This is Bob's annual christmas tree. We get a live xmas tree which I plant in the back yard every January but Bobs little tree fits in quite well with our other xmas stuff
I was driving back to Eureka in a U-Haul Van packed to the gills with household
items. My mission was to nab the couch and
NOTHING else! Phone calls, attempting to
modify these conditions, were met with
much more specificity regarding the precise definition of nothing. My moods
ranged from defiance to terror tinged angst. As
I rolled the events of the last two days thru my brain's skinned media
player, I began to comprehend Carolyn
Zimmerman and her seemingly innocent encouragements. Oh yes, she would say, that
would look so good next to its almost matching twin I had already been led to
believe I desired. Or that kind of thing ALWAYS comes in handy. Ken Zimmerman,
in the meantime, was laying low, seemingly
processing items that never seemed to find a path into his car
except for things that, upon the
realization of futility at getting me to take them, amounted to a
carload and off to the goodwill they went.
It was late, and I no longer felt up to
the 5-hour drive home and thought I best
stay another night. Oh YES! they encouraged,
you should stay knowing full well that the longer I stayed,
the bigger the hole I would dig.
Yes, they had my number.
Bob Adamich was a practical
man and maintained his abode in a state of readiness for any contingency of
routine nature. He, in fact, deployed the
concept of redundant systems for everything. So almost anything you can imagine
in a man's apartment occurred at least as
a pair, and if
its function was deemed essential to
daily operations, he had
several. There were about five watches, a couple
of coffee pots, 30 spare light bulbs of all sizes, three high-intensity desk
lamps, clocks, lots of clocks, a lot of artwork, though nothing fancy, 4 or 5
fans, a lot of dishes and glassware, shelves teeming with nicknacs but not
crowded, rugs, 8-track cartriges, all the photos and documents seen on this
website represent perhaps 2% of what was there, 2 cases of testosterone patches,
sewing supplies, a toolbox, a tiffany
light ficture, suitcases, a couple of large plants, bar
stools, and that computer. Oh, there was so much more but everything I
mentioned and again as much, was packed in that U-Haul going back to Eureka.
When I got home, late at night, I hid it all in our garage
which was already filled with junk from prior household purgings. The plants
were thoroughly destroyed in the trip for which I felt a bit guilty. After a few
months, I began to reveal more and more of what was in the garage, and slowly we
incorporated almost all of it into our household. I am now, as I write this,
surrounded by reminders of Bob. The lamps are awesome, Greg had me mount Bob’s
big ole mirror above our TV, and his plants which I thought were dead, have
grown like they were on steroids, including his little orchid that Greg has
already had to transplant to a bigger pot.
By the way, this little dancing flower; Bob had one in his window and then this one as a backup, still in its packaging. Thats the orchid behind it which by the way is even bigger now.
That scrawney rubber plant Bob had in his living room loves Eureka. We have it outside and it shot up like a beanstock taking jack to the giant. And his tiffany lamp is in our garage that has been turned into the latest rendition of the doghouse.
Bob with Greg and Dusty when he visited us in Phoenix around 1994
PHONE MESSAGE FROM BOB ABOUT 3 MONTHS BEFORE HIS DEATH