Bob was just so much fun to be around. My strongest memory? Walking past his battered blue van to the sound of the piano. I peeked inside and there was Bob at his upright piano against the front wall of the van, exuberantly playing facing away from anyone wandering past the open back of the truck.

After lunch one day at Indian Neck, banjo player Bob Frost asked if I'd give him a neck and shoulder rub to ease some stiff muscles. I obliged, Bob sitting astride a backwards turned chair. When his neck muscles felt better, he up and left...and Bob McQuillan slid onto the chair for his turn.

As I've said before, none of us are getting out of this world alive and the best we can hope for is a good death. It sounds as if Mac had a really good death -- as Tom (Curmudgeon) did not that long ago...surrounded by loving friends and music.

He'll be very much missed.

Linn