I do not remember a time in my life when there wasn't a Robert Moffatt. My earliest memories are of East Millinocket in the late 1960's, and with them, are those of the family who lived next door. He'd acknowledge me with a happy look and a "Hmmp!" when I'd say hello, and when I got older, I learned that beneath his reserved, unassuming "smooth-as-Cedar Lake" composure was a man of great ability, knowledge and a rich sense of humor. Memories of Bob include the story about how he floated lumber and supplies across Cedar Lake before the roads went through some 50 years ago, and built the beautiful family camp, still used by his family to this day. Another was how my Dad used to laugh at Bob's ability to drive non-stop for thousands of miles on cross-county treks, and the many times that the Moffatt Family would arrive at our door in a van or station wagon years after we left Maine, and what a good time our families would have together. I miss those days, especially now, with the passing of a "can-do" generation which Bob exemplified. Thank you for your friendship, Bob Moffatt.