April 15th, 2014:

About two weeks ago, right after Felicia and I landed in Hawaii for a destination wedding, we learned that my namesake, Robert Paetz Senior, had passed away at 96.

We had just seen him about 10 days earlier to celebrate his 96th birthday with chocolate cake and beer, and he was in and out it, with brief flashes of coherence, so it didn’t really come as a huge surprise.

 

I believe the question was “Hey Gramps, want to go to the strip club and see some boobies?”  His reply: “YEAH!”

Though I had hoped he would make it to 100, 96 really isn’t too bad. We should all have a gin & tonic tonight to celebrate.