Goodbye Robo.
Friends. If you look right above this post you will see the Map of our little Community. You will see the “LSDROBO Military Reservation” Many of you know what and who that refers to.
Earlier this week I learned that our community member and my friend LSD Robo or better known as Robert D. Brinsfield II Passed away on Feb 24th 2014 In his sleep Peacefully at home.
Robert was preceded in Death By his wife Deb whom many of you knew also. He is Survived by his parents and a sister.
I first met Robert when he was introduced to our group by a friend (Many of you know Booker) and I instantly liked him. The Robert that many of you knew was different from the person that we met many years ago. (as most of us are) He was the 1st person that I knew that was into Apple computers when Windows PCs were becoming the rage. We shared many of the same likes and interests from music to politics. I always enjoyed having political discussions and sometimes debates with him.
He had a love of Flying as his father was a pilot and anytime there was any airplane story in the news he helped put all the technical jargon in perspective for me.
He would come to where I worked back in the late ’80s and early ’90s after I got off work on Friday nights and we would go for a late dinner and discuss events of the day.
One of the things I will always remember is the time that took his rifle out to the field/range and tried every way we could think of to prove that Oswald fired the shots the way the Warren Commission said he did, Needless to say it was impossible.
He loved weapons and for a while did all our reloading.
The other thing I will never forget is the 4th of July out at the Pasture we were having a big party one year, after lots of firing and MR conducting a live fire class for the guests we loaded all the weapons up in his Truck to take them back to MRs house. Just as we were driving out of the gate we were met by a OK. County Sheriff. We get out of the truck that’s loaded with guns (Picture Bonnie and Clyde’s Car) I have a .38 on my hip I don’t remember if he was wearing a weapon at the time or not. The cops ask us if we had been shooting? They had a call that there was someone firing a machine gun, We told them we had been shooting and were now taking all the guns from the area. I still don’t know how we talked our way out of them searching the truck.
Robert had been in poor health lately complicated from Diabetes, he had lost part of a leg in Dec. ’12 he had been suffering from depression for some time and I feel that these contributed to his untimely passing. We had not been in close contact since early ’13 and for that I am now sorry.
Robert was 51 years old, That’s too damn young to go. So Robo I will miss you and will always cherish the memory of your friendship. Good Bye my Friend.
May 3rd, 2014 at 5:02 pm
To lost friends….RIP
May 8th, 2014 at 9:35 am
Damn. I’m so very sorry to hear this.
May 26th, 2014 at 1:30 am
I have a lot of fond memories of Robo, like when Jek, Dusten, and I ditched the last half of a day of highschool, and had our “Dads” (MR, JJ, and Robo, respectively) call in sick for us. (That had to be before caller ID, that the school was not suspicious still amazes me.) Then there was one of the 4th O July Bashes when we built our own fireworks and miraculously kept all our fingers.
He was always periodically changing hobbies in the days of The Shop, setting up aquariums, model railroads, HeroQuest miniatures, overrunning Spencer with cats, or other odd thing. He always struck me as someone more capable than his lot in life suggested. That he did not look after himself is sad, but not surprising. One night after he set up a stove at the shop, we went down to Pratt’s and bought a 2-pizza box kit and some ground beef, which he cooked up and made one mega-pizza which I’m sure is still residing somewhere in my arteries! Once in the early 2000s I was out at The Pasture just hanging out with Robo, MR being locked into his Fortress of Solitude in the back, and I said something Robo thought was incredibly funny. He laughed so hard he turned red, got an odd look on his face, and fell out into the floor passed out cold. By the time MR came out to see what the ruckus was, Robo had come back around, but that night really stuck in my mind. Hell, I don’t think he was even 40.
The last time I saw Robo was also one of the last times I saw Dusten. Dusten and I ran out to The Pasture just to say hi and hang out like old times, and although the lights were on, it took a minute to raise anyone. MR was either in the RV asleep or just out, but Robo answered in a red robe, and said “Oh, come in and gimme a minute, I was taking a bath.” What happened next was straight out of Monty Python, because he turned around and the back of the robe was worn to tatters, and Dusten and I saw more of Robo than we ever wanted to! Dusten and I instantly looked at each other and were working hard to stifle our laughter. That both of these friends are no longer available to me has thrust the passage of time, which I habitually ignore, in my face rather rudely. For those of you I know, I have decided to keep the long-ignored but never-unwelcome lines of communication open, because since you seem intent on dropping like flies, I don’t want the next time we talk to be because “I hate to tell you this, but XXXXX is gone…”
May 31st, 2014 at 5:51 pm
Hey Hignose. Welcome to our little (Shrinking day by day) Community. Yeah it seems like there dropping like Hail Stones in Okla. You will find the older you get the faster they go. I don”t have enough space to list all of my memories of Robo. Probably as many as hobbies he had. BTW I took a little liberty in your post and changed some names as we are all JoJo’s on this Bus.