Gut Rumbles

June 26, 2008

Two years since Rob left

Wow....Hard to believe that it’s been 2 years already since Rob left.

Scary how the time passes so quickly. Depending on your own particular spiritual beliefs, you may think him already reincarnated as a small baby or toddler, (and probably already a precocious handful!), or sitting with St Peter, sipping blackberry wine and discussing the finer points of theology. For us, his spirit lives on in the legacy of his writing, and the memories.

One of the best reflections of Rob’s spirit can be found in his vivid descriptions of daily life and recollections from his past. Like a handful of precious stones pulled from his pocket, he’d carefully select a moment from his day or the memory of a past adventure and hold it up for us to see like a sparkling gem shining in the bright sunlight.

Whether he was describing the beauty of a mountain stream seen along some well worn path he hiked long ago, the "perfect silhouette" of a nekkid woman on a starlit beach wearing "nothing but a smile", the culinary attributes of the blue crab, a cherished memory from childhood, or a raging thunderstorm enjoyed from a lawn chair positioned in an open garage door, he made sure we could clearly see and feel what was in his mind as he posted.

Some of his best writing could be found in his artful descriptions of of those calm, quiet “places” we can all find in life. Thoughts, images, or moments frozen in time. In his careful narrative, he sought to share a part of his own joy and amazement at the simple beauty and peace of just "being", and experiencing the purest elements of life and nature, as in this post he wrote shortly after rising with the sun early one summer morning in 2003:

“I like where I live.

At 0600 every morning, I can hear the freight train let loose that mournful whistle as it roars down the tracks ten miles from here. I like that sound. It carries well in the early sunlight. Mist hangs in the air and you know that by noon it'll be another hot summer day, where sweat drips off your nose and always finds a way to burn your eyes. There's a good chance of rain this evening, because there ALWAYS IS when the weather is like this.”

Pure Rob, pure poetry. … just one side of a complicated, complex, sometimes tormented, but often times soaring spirit. Happy, sad, venting, or lamenting, he made us think, laugh, marvel, wonder, sympathize, disagree….but he let us share - some of his soul, his world, his thoughts. He approached what life could throw at him with a laugh, or a growl, and yeah, sometimes a raised middle finger.

Through it all he maintained his pride, sense of humor, and keen eye for life's crazy, ironic twists and turns. He carved a place in the hearts and memories of many, many, countless readers.
He’ll always be remembered in the hearts of friends and loved ones.

Thank you Rob, and may your spirit continue to find peace in that early morning, misty calm just after sunrise, with the sound of that mournful train whistle in the distance.


That is beautiful, man....

(And, no, I didn't write it...)
(And, Darlin', I'll let you out yourself, if you choose to. Unlike some other goddamned person people would...)

Posted by: Stevie on June 26, 2008 10:52 AM

Y'okay, so GR doesn't recognize the "strike" tag...

You know what, and who, I mean.

Posted by: Stevie on June 26, 2008 10:53 AM

Just Damn!

Posted by: Dax Montana on June 26, 2008 05:46 PM

I thought of Rob today when I looked at the date at work. I really miss him, although I hardly knew him the way a lot of you do. I still come by daily and read the posts of the day, or dig through the archives.

I agree with Dax...Just Damn!!!

Posted by: the other Steph on June 26, 2008 06:39 PM

June 26th...thinking of ya Rob.

Soft and safe to thee.

Posted by: Rumbear on June 26, 2008 07:52 PM

Pure poetry is right. Higher highs and lower lows than most people would experience in ten lifetimes.

Miss that boy every day.

Posted by: Patrick on June 26, 2008 09:06 PM

I still read here every day. What a gift he had.

Posted by: Donna on June 26, 2008 09:08 PM

I remember coming back off vacation 2 yrs ago and getting on my puter to catch up on my blogs. It took my breath away to hear that Rob had died. I still read here almost everyday

Posted by: cindy on June 26, 2008 09:22 PM

Two years passed already, and I still miss the cranky ol' cracker.
thanks for keeping the blog alive, Stevie. There are many gems still to mined here.

Posted by: Henry Blowfly on June 26, 2008 10:06 PM

I shared a lot with Rob and miss him dearly. We lived as neighbors for a while. We played music on River Street together quite a few times. He was one of my mentors when it came to music and we played whenever there was an opportunity. He is still in my thougts and I still think about him a lot when I play or listen to certain songs.

Posted by: Willy on June 27, 2008 01:57 AM

Here's to you, Rob *clink*

Posted by: Greg T on June 27, 2008 02:33 AM

Dignity? Rob had many fine features, but a concern for his personal dignity wasn't one of them.

We'd have heard less about Roscoe's hydraulic problems or his adventures with skunks and hammocks. Not to mention all the crap-blogging he did.

Miss him every day.


Posted by: Lamont Cranston on June 27, 2008 10:03 AM

I didnt stumble upon this blog till about six months ago. It has changed the way I look at the world. I would love to read Acidman's oppinions on whats going on now.

Peace be with you Rob Smith.

Posted by: chrisTHEchaotic on June 27, 2008 04:09 PM

I still remember when I got the news. There's nobody like him writing today.

Thank you for keeping it going.

Posted by: Ragin' Dave on June 27, 2008 11:45 PM

Yeap... I still come here often to see what post is up...

2 years... WOW...

Posted by: Elizabeth on June 30, 2008 06:50 AM

Time goes by, but nobody could write like Rob did.

Posted by: Cappy on June 30, 2008 09:10 PM

It just ain't the same without him, and never will be again.

What I wouldn't give to have Rob around for this election cycle. Can you just imagine the rants he'd write about both the Obamanation and McRINO?

Ragin' Dave nailed it. There's nobody writing like him today.

Rob's giving John Wyane and Ronald Reagan a few shocked laughs up there, I'm sure. Not to mention being a bit shocked himself to find himself *there*.

If heaven has a blogroll, he's an A-lister on it for sure.

Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX

Posted by: Jim on July 1, 2008 03:51 PM
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