All my memories of music-making with other folkies in the PNW include Bob Nelson, if not directly then indirectly as his stage mentoring set Hank and me on our performance pathway and our first real gig was because of Stew and Bob and the Wayward. Over the last couple of years, post-pandemic, we've played several times at Sunrise View and will continue to make the trek across the Sound as long as Judy is living there. A short visit followed each gig. A while back he gave Hank a piece of cedar that became a uke that Bob played briefly and then asked that we keep when he went into hospice. He knew his own mind (as always) and was in control of his choices.

The legacy of his collection at the University of Washington Bob Nelson Collection of Folk Music was truly a labor of love and sweat for Bob. We heard his stories of frustrations and surprising discoveries in the final years of the project. Eventually, he found a home for it at UW. One of his wood creations sits in our garden, and I know I'll chat with it from time to time and thank him for all he did for folk music and live music-making in the PNW. RIP, Bob!