I was an architecture student at Carnegie Tech (Carnegie Mellon) when Bob still taught. An incredible character who loved to let the ash grow very long on the cigarette dangling from his ample lip as he reviewed a drawing. The but bobbed up and down until it inevitably dropped onto the drawing. Then, to the student's dismay, casually brushed the ashes across the drawing, up and over the top.

He was in the first graduating class from the school of architecture and wrote many of CIT's songs: Fight for the Glory of Carnegie and,I believe, the alma mater.

I still have a very warped, signed copy of "Songs for Architects and Their Girlfriends" that I treasure.