The last time I visited Bob, it was on behalf of the Knifemakers Guild. They had sent me out there to videotape Bob's opinion on using pre-manufactured parts. This was in the midst of the disagreement that would disrupt the Guild a few months later.
As an early President he had been there when the Guild had been formed and knew specifically of the intent of the founders at the time, and his opinion was sought by the board, and they wanted to play the video (which they did) at the Guild show that year. "Make your knives any way you want," he said, "the marketplace will sort them out soon enough." Unfortunately too many people didn't take the time or listen to what Bob had to say.
My favorite Loveless quote from that meeting, "Knifemaking is a honorable profession--it beats the hell out of being a towel boy in a whorehouse!"
It had been a while since I'd seen him, and on our way over for that interview, we pulled into a liquor store and I picked up a large bottle of Gentleman Jack for Bob. When we arrived I handed Bob the bottle with the words, "Being from Tennessee I brought you a Tennessee gift, which I trust you enjoy both as a gift, and the 'spirit' in which it was given."
Bob, who was never at a loss for words, just smiled, walked into the shop, and his only comment was a near giggle, "he-he-he-he-he-he-he-he!"
Of everything I ever heard Bob Loveless say, that one moment is the one that comes to mind most when I think of him. Rest easy Mr. Bob.