Robert Marincin, Jr.If you're out there, Butch, I'd love to hear from you again one day soon.
Robert ("Butchie") and I grew up together. We were almost inseparable until his family moved to Fullerton, CA when we were both about 11. Robert was a quiet guy, but fiercely loyal and supportive. He had an inquiring mind and was always exploring things and taking things apart. I suppose we were much alike in those days.
When he moved away we drifted apart over the years, but the closeness we shared as children has always stayed with me. I stayed with Butch for a couple of summers after he moved to Fullerton, and I was like a kid in a Candy Store there. Robert had moved to a community which bordered Disneyland. With the passes we had, we could ride there on our bikes and spend all day there if we wanted to. How sweet was that for a couple of 13 yr olds?
Robert's Mom and Dad, Emily and Robert, Sr. were as much my parents as his, and they were incredibly generous with their love to me over the years. We were as close to being brothers in those years as any two boys can ever be. His mother, Emily, was from Vienna, and never lost her charming Viennese accent. She seemed ageless--and tireless. She loved to talk and flirt, and just watching her light up a room always made me smile.
Robert's Dad was one of the men I most looked up to in those days. A brilliant Electrical Engineer, he formed his own company and was marvelously successful with it right up till the day he passed away so suddenly. It was my first, real experience of a tragic and unexpected passing of a loved one. Bob Marincin was one of the most intelligent men I've ever known, and Butch clearly inherited that from his father.
As best as I've been able to determine, he's had an incredibly successful and productive life in the years since we lost contact with each other. He's an Electrical Engineer now, I believe, and apparently loves rock climbing--the hairy kind.