Here's some marginally accurate but mildly amusing info on Rob:

Way back in that innocent time ‘bout 1955, Rob was born to the quintessential middle-class post-WW II American family in Phila, PA. Rob grew up in the emotional devastation of a normal, nice family where the only really decent thing for him to have done with his life was be a doctor, lawyer or corporate magnate (political incorrectness deferred)

Despite this severe handicap in pursuing a “real” artist’s life, and without the necessary years of psychotherapy, drugs and anti-social behavior (ok - well, just a little of this), his artistic urges survived. In college Rob ‘delighted’ his parents by switching majors from doctor-bound premed to unemployment-bound theater arts.

After 15 years as an entrepreneur, he scraped his face off the pavement yet again, sat down at a potter’s wheel for the first time in 1991 and frustrated the hell out of his fellow students in his only formal ceramic instruction - 8 beginning throwing classes. Apparently meant to wallow in the mud, Rob researched and taught himself about firing, glazes, built his own kilns and uncovered his obsession with fire - perfect for PIT FIRE.

Finally suffering and struggling at something he likes, Rob is contemplating past-life therapy to see if he was a potter, or perhaps, just a piece of mud in a previous life.

 

Update 2008:

Well, now it’s 2008 and after 18 years of pottery, some interesting years living in Europe and a short stint in Costa Rica, Rob and his Swiss partner Nikola are back in the states building their own mostly-green home in central New Mexico and getting to know their new daughter Kiara.