Rob Misener

Michelle called me Bobby, which no one ever called me! So, I started calling her Mike. I mean why not?! I can still hear her yelling, "Bobby" when I would see her. One of my favorite stories is from March, 1995. We were at a camp, on a Friday night and I turned 21 the day before but, didn't have a chance to have a, legal, celebratory beer. Well, Michelle, along with Daniel O'Neill wanted to make sure I had one. They came into the gym just after lights out and, off we went. We ended up at the Stone Balloon in Newark, DE, had one beer, and went back to camp. As we all know, Michelle had a natural way of making everyone she interacted with feel special. This was just one of the many times for me. Rest In Peace, Mike.