Nice tribute Dean. Depression is a horrible disease.
Robin was one of those rare individuals who could put on a mask to conceal it in public, but in private he was a tortured soul. I lived within a few miles of him over the last 40 years and probably saw him a dozen or so times just around town and being a normal person. The first time I saw him around 1980, he was more like what you would see on TV and in movies, really crazy. Then as the years progressed he was more reserved and quiet, rarely cracking a smile but still plesant and always a gentleman. The last time I saw him about 4 years ago at a local pizza joint, he looked at me and asked if we had met because I looked familair, and I reminded him of the first time back in 1980 where my girlfriend at the time and I were tending to his bleeding and scraped up nose which he got by diving into the shallow end of a pool at his mom's condo complex where my girlfriend worked.. He remembered me and said "what the hell happened to you"? I said old age, and he chuckled.