Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Stephanie Mencimir: Our unlikely bond only grew stronger when we were both diagnosed with cancer this spring. On paper, Robin Stublen and I should never have been friends. He was a Donald Trump-supporting self-identified redneck who hated Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama, thought liberals were ruining the country, was deeply offended by NFL players taking a knee during the national anthem, and supported oil drilling off the coast of Florida, where he lived. I am a bleeding-heart liberal who fears what Donald Trump is doing to the country, thinks it's about time that political protests hit the NFL sidelines, and abhors oil drilling off the coast of Florida, even though I don't live there and never will. Improbably, though, we were friends, at least until this month: Robin died on December 19 at the age of 61.
Had my exposure to Robin been limited to internet communications, surely we would have hated each other. As the returns came in showing Trump winning the presidential election, Robin wrote on his Facebook page, "Folks that sound you hear is the jet engines warming up to take all those liberal sons-of-bitches the hell out of this country!" But behind every random and divisive Facebook posting is a human being, and Robin was a complex and endearing one.
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