Marc Y.

I was 12 or 13 when Bobby came to live with us for a short time in Philadelphia after being discharged from the Navy. He had this terrible habit of falling out of bed at night following a nightmare. Although nightmares were pretty common in our household, it was rare for someone to fall out of bed. I was never sure whether it was experiences in the Navy or having to deal with my mother that caused the nightmares. I always felt we should have given him a larger bed.

I missed him when he left as I thought of him as my big brother. Later on I got a call from him as he was setting up a mail-order business. He wanted to use my name and called it "Marc Enterprises" or something like that. We actually sold a few things but it was a no-go. Perhaps an idea before its time.

Many years later he started another business and wanted me to give up my share of the old business. He could save money using the name that was already incorporated. I think I sold him my share for a dollar. I can't say I ever got the dollar and who knows what that dollar would be worth with interest, today. Not to worry, I never use collection agencies, even for my patients who owed me when I left private practice (that's true). No debt exists on the books.

Bobby was always decent, and caring. I guess of the people in the family that I thought about over the years, he would be on the top of the list followed by Janet (her loss devastated me), and then Allen Becker. It's unfortunate that our paths have not crossed much and are relegated to weddings or funerals. Anyway, Bobby is the best and I wish him a happy birthday and please extend my love to the rest of the family.

MJY