Remembering Robert Rodney Rhode, Jr.
(1928- 2016)

When a Friend Leaves Us Behind . . .
Stop all the clocks, turn off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking about his bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.


Let airplanes circle, moaning overhead, and
Scribbling on the sky the message, "He is Dead."
Put black bows round the necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.


He was our North, our South, our East and West,
Our working week and Our Sunday rest,
Our noon, our midnight, our speech, our song;
We thought that he would last forever, but we were wrong.


The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to a better good.

                                                                        - W.H. Auden

Robert Rodney Rhode, Jr. (AKA) "Snarly" as we knew him best.
He was a man with a smile, a firm handshake, a kind greeting, and a single malt Scotch with which to propose a toast.
, we

Jerry and Bob; two who could fix the world.

Marty & Bob. Laugh at your problems. It good for you.

Bob shared his world with Pat. Wow! What a team.

Jim, Phil, Ray & Snarly in Philadelphia

Snarly led the way along Fairmount's Forbidden Drive

Welcome! to HOMER flight #1

Bob & the HOMERs

Bob & Ray

Bob and the HOMER Volunteers

B"Just a minute, I need a rest."

Bob with the HOMERs in Millville

Christmas Party attire - HOMER shirts.

"That Scotch bottle was this big."