I appreciated RB’s sense of humanity. I don’t mean the usual pablum of kindly behaviors, but that he saw us for the rising apes we really are. When he was nearly deaf and worn out from illness and age, he still got up and came outside to talk to people and sign autographs at the Space Frontier Foundation conference in 2000(maybe it was 99). I remember feeling sorry that he had to put up with us all, but later realized that was what he lived for: being part of the world, not above or below it: just in it. I also appreciate that he never got a driving license: so many of us are dominated by our mechanical parasites in behavior and philosophy. Something wicked, indeed.