Message exchange from this morning between and a former Orange County Register (where I worked 1990-93) colleague and me:
Me:
Hey! Do you have any idea what ever became of our part-time colleague named Rob? I can’t even remember his last name but he popped into my head this morning.
Her:
I remember him (and how he wasn’t shy about farting aloud—!). Just woke up, so let me think a bit and his name might come back to me.
I know this could sound like I’m mixing his last name up with Walter’s, but I’m not—was it Rob XXXXX?
Me:
It’s funny because that was my guess but I worked with a Rob XXXXX at DJN so I wondered if that was clouding my memory!
Can’t positively remember any other distinguishing things so it’s going to be a hard one to search online!
Med school wannabe? Indian wife? Seal Beach?
Or maybe just younger, needy wife? 🤣
Her:
Young but such a receding hairline that he kept his remaining sandy-blond hair very short; a little tall (by usual standards—he’d have been short by my 6-foot-plus family’s) and in early dad-bod mode; soft, bearded jawline; no glasses; very smart but a little smug
And the “needy wife” rings a bell, though I’m sure I never met her
I remember him being the first (and almost last) person to tell me about the book “Iron John,” and I’m pretty sure he was into the fad of drumming (kind of a New Age guy thing)
Me:
We just need someone to draw a police composite based on this information!
UPDATE:
Her:
Me: Did you do that?
It actually does resemble him, although the hairline is rather generous lol
Her: Yeah—it’s hard to draw smug, intelligent but dorky simultaneously
And it’s REALLY hard to draw stubble
Me: But what a memory; very impressive.
