Bob Iwen

RIP Bob Iwen, a leader in my Cub Scout troop thirty years ago who was very patient with a bumbling young Den Chief who was entirely too unsure of himself. 

I remember his blonde mustache, his hippe-esque past, he and my Dad driving us to someplace on 13th and Lincoln, his glowing review of the movie  Purple Rain (tho he stressed I was too young to see it) and his failure to embarrass me when I confessed a crush on Grace Slick of Starship. 

He was, in my Grandma's vernacular, a "good Joe", and I'm glad I told him so in our last communication (even if, despite his insistence, I could never call him "Bob.")

You will be missed