I guess it's a function of age. As you get older, more friends seem to drop by the wayside. A weekly visit to Junior's is like reading the obits, someone else has passed away.
Rob Jensen is the latest. I guess we all saw it coming, he's been in a bad way for a year or so. Very sad. But then, as they say with lifestyle decisions, you pays your money and you takes your choice. He knew what he was doing.
But Rob was a great guy. Beneath that hard boiled, cynical exterior, was a very intelligent, creative, and witty person. It took me awhile, but I came to like him a great deal. He was a founding member of the Northenders, and Saturdays at Junior's will never be the same. He also was a regular at several other downtown bars. He had his route, and people who depended on him.
A larger establishment, the Twilight hosted a wake for Rob last Saturday. Quite the crowd, I'm lucky if I knew 25% of the folks who showed up. Here's some pics...
Esther got a little group together (Free Range Capons?) and led the bar in a rousing rendition of Robbie's signature tune, Whiskey For Lunch... Rob was quite the songwriter in his time, I only wish he had done more of it. Here's a version of Whiskey For Lunch from a Dixon Line gig at the old Sabre Club. Rob was in typical form.
And to end the evening, the Rubbermaids delivered their Halleluia Chorus tribute to Rob.
It's sad that these wonderful get togethers only seem to happen when someone dies. We need more celebrations of life.
Anyway, to Rob... he will be missed. And to Cyd, who survives, with our hopes and best wishes for her future. And thanks to the Twi and everyone who helped with this event.
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