Grandpa Robbie’s voice is as clear and strong as his image.  True to his Hell’s Kitchen* roots, he spoke like a film mobster.  On the occasions he dressed up, he’d look like an extra in the rub-out scene.  Sadly, the only photo I have is the one I shared with you last time, showing an overweight, tired grandparent.  Unlike digital storage, I can’t share the real man in images, but my mind can easily summon up one vision of him; Brooklyn tee tucked into his trousers as he shaved at the bathroom sink.