Rob Raines. The son of a farmer (and one of my dad's parishoners), Rob was, and probably still is, literally the salt of the earth. He lived on a dairy farm outside of town, and as far as I know took over the farm from his dad a while back. I stayed at Rob's place for a while the first summer after we moved to town, because my parents had to ... send me ahead or something. I can't remember. I had a hard time connecting to Rob, who was a stolid, solid, country-music conservative strong-silent guy who didn't really have a good handle on weird comic-book industrial-music science-fiction commie-sympathizing guys.

Which was fine. We got along okay in a live-and-let-live sort of way.