Tribute to Robert Yetman, MD

Bob and I go back to 1980s. We were residents together. Over the years much joking, arguing and the occasional Margarita (s) at Goode Company Taqueria. We actually had some educational sessions there, hashing out guidelines, protocols, etc. After one encounter we left on what I thought was a happy note. I got in my car and started the engine and suddenly there he was pounding on my window yelling at me. Don't go, don't go, don't go. I rolled the window down and started laughing at him. Then he started laughing and could not talk. A few choice words back and forth were exchanged, he knowing that I was questioning his sanity like always. Then he said; " turn your car off, the wheels are missing ". Sure enough during the middle of the day, while we were eating , someone had stolen my wheels on the passenger side and the car was up on blocks. His solution like usual, was yet another quip: " I'll take another margarita while we wait for the wrecker" It was like this weekly, me griping at him about something and vice versa. He will indeed be missed.