I rarely knew what to get Robb for his birthday. He was an efficient man with a woefully short wish list.
Recently, I found just the thing: a GAP t-shirt with the periodic table on it.
I really wanted to buy it.
He would have said, “You’re trying to make me look like a geek, aren’t you? You’re trying to look like the cool one.”
And I would have said, “Yes, because I am the cool one.”
And then he would have worn it long after the collar was frayed from his scruffy stubble.
Because he was a pretty great geek.