A home builder and carpenter by trade, now semi-retired, his basement workshop in San Leon on Galveston Bay is the cauldron where he forges disparate art forms. No one would have suspected Bob of being an artist in his younger days. No one had any idea it was in him. But then it appeared, and he’s done pretty well by it, drawing some measure of regional acclaim.
As a self-employed tradesman and occasional artist for most of his adult life, he has hit retirement without a hefty 401k, but he’s about the wealthiest person I know. Living on the gulf right on the water, in a home he salvaged and rebuilt after Hurricane Rita, and turned into an internal and external feast for the eyes. Surrounded by a small cadre of terrific neighbors, and in the vicinity of his 90 year old parents and two of his three sons and two of his grand-children.
He wants for nothing.