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Bob Mitchell

I got a call Saturday night from a man whose name I didn’t remember, but someone who remembered me and had the kindness to telephone with the sad news that Robert Mitchell died. Heart attack, hotel room in Anaheim.

Ordinarily, I would consider this private business and go ahead with the week’s column, but Bob is different. He would agree with that statement, by the way. Bob was a leading character in the first story I wrote for the Reader, back in 1989. And he was the focus of another cover story nine years later. He appeared in several inside stories, and at least a dozen Sporting Boxes. Since there are readers who have followed the Box for many years, the loss of one of our own requires a farewell.

Robert Mitchell lived in Jacumba. To get there, find I-8, drive east until you hit the Imperial County line, turn around, drive back three miles. It’s 90 miles out, 4000 feet up, high desert, unexploited country, tight community, smack dab on the border.

How Bob got there is part myth and part legend. Something about buying the town. He was either in the process of buying the town or in the process of selling it or planning to do one or the other. That never changed.

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Bob stood five-foot, ten inches, 165 pounds, with a trim, athletic build, gray-black hair, fierce brown eyes, and a raspy voice. But, that’s only flesh. His spirit is what grabbed you. Bob was BIG. He made a wave.

He built his house around massive boulders, incorporating them into kitchen walls, hallways, bedrooms, everything. Like its owner, the house is one of a kind, sits on a ridge that overlooks the town and Jacumba Valley. The last time I saw it, the swimming pool was long finished and the guesthouse was closed in. Sitting on his patio, outside the second-story master bedroom suite, in summertime, watching the sunset, felt like being aboard a great sailing ship. A pirate ship. Talking to Bob was entering into a conspiracy. You and him against the corrupt bureaucrat/cop/politician/corporation of the moment.

One measure of a man is the breadth of his friendships. I don’t think any one person knows all of Bob’s friends. They are located on several continents, range from national politicians to welfare moms, diamond merchants, movie people, music people, TV people, hookers, professional athletes, real estate hustlers, prison graduates, and those without a career description. Bob’s family is considering a memorial ceremony in May, to give friends living overseas time to get here.

He was a loyal friend. I never doubted Bob would be there if I needed him. In fact, I never thought about it; that was a given. He had detractors, sworn enemies. Like I said, he made a wave. I could go two years without seeing him, then tap on his door, walk in, sit at the big oak dining room table, and continue a conversation as if we’d talked that morning. Zero lag time.

The reason he appeared in so many stories I wrote was not because we were friends (this is a job), but because he knew what a story is and where to find it, exceedingly rare skills among civilians. But then, he’d been a newspaperman. One of his countless employ-ments was publisher of a weekly, The Plain Speaker.

Bob was constantly in and out of Jacumba, working one business deal and then the next and the next. His business model was to try out ten grand ideas and expect nine of them to fail. RV clubs, timeshares in Mexico, consumer protection bureau, Caribbean real estate, sports drinks…believe me, you don’t have enough time to read them all.

He loved Jacumba. He was a townie, a great gossip, and in the deep of a moonless night, when no one was around to see, Robert was a do-gooder. Like the rest of us, there was a gap between what he said and how he acted. Unlike most of us, Bob’s actions were better than his talk.

Before the border fence was built, we used to walk over to Jacumé, a Mexican village two miles south of the line. We had friends there. We’d go to parties, dances. Richard Spencer and Kirk Gilliam owned a home in the village, lived in it for years. Richard is buried in Jacumé.

And that’s as good a marker as any. Americans in Jacumba didn’t go to Jacumé, wouldn’t walk in coal-mine darkness to visit people who are poor and speak another language. For Bob it was, “Hell, yeah.” Life, for Bob, was “Hell, yeah.” He knew something nobody tells you. Life is as big as you can handle.

Bob could handle a lot.

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I got a call Saturday night from a man whose name I didn’t remember, but someone who remembered me and had the kindness to telephone with the sad news that Robert Mitchell died. Heart attack, hotel room in Anaheim.

Ordinarily, I would consider this private business and go ahead with the week’s column, but Bob is different. He would agree with that statement, by the way. Bob was a leading character in the first story I wrote for the Reader, back in 1989. And he was the focus of another cover story nine years later. He appeared in several inside stories, and at least a dozen Sporting Boxes. Since there are readers who have followed the Box for many years, the loss of one of our own requires a farewell.

Robert Mitchell lived in Jacumba. To get there, find I-8, drive east until you hit the Imperial County line, turn around, drive back three miles. It’s 90 miles out, 4000 feet up, high desert, unexploited country, tight community, smack dab on the border.

How Bob got there is part myth and part legend. Something about buying the town. He was either in the process of buying the town or in the process of selling it or planning to do one or the other. That never changed.

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Bob stood five-foot, ten inches, 165 pounds, with a trim, athletic build, gray-black hair, fierce brown eyes, and a raspy voice. But, that’s only flesh. His spirit is what grabbed you. Bob was BIG. He made a wave.

He built his house around massive boulders, incorporating them into kitchen walls, hallways, bedrooms, everything. Like its owner, the house is one of a kind, sits on a ridge that overlooks the town and Jacumba Valley. The last time I saw it, the swimming pool was long finished and the guesthouse was closed in. Sitting on his patio, outside the second-story master bedroom suite, in summertime, watching the sunset, felt like being aboard a great sailing ship. A pirate ship. Talking to Bob was entering into a conspiracy. You and him against the corrupt bureaucrat/cop/politician/corporation of the moment.

One measure of a man is the breadth of his friendships. I don’t think any one person knows all of Bob’s friends. They are located on several continents, range from national politicians to welfare moms, diamond merchants, movie people, music people, TV people, hookers, professional athletes, real estate hustlers, prison graduates, and those without a career description. Bob’s family is considering a memorial ceremony in May, to give friends living overseas time to get here.

He was a loyal friend. I never doubted Bob would be there if I needed him. In fact, I never thought about it; that was a given. He had detractors, sworn enemies. Like I said, he made a wave. I could go two years without seeing him, then tap on his door, walk in, sit at the big oak dining room table, and continue a conversation as if we’d talked that morning. Zero lag time.

The reason he appeared in so many stories I wrote was not because we were friends (this is a job), but because he knew what a story is and where to find it, exceedingly rare skills among civilians. But then, he’d been a newspaperman. One of his countless employ-ments was publisher of a weekly, The Plain Speaker.

Bob was constantly in and out of Jacumba, working one business deal and then the next and the next. His business model was to try out ten grand ideas and expect nine of them to fail. RV clubs, timeshares in Mexico, consumer protection bureau, Caribbean real estate, sports drinks…believe me, you don’t have enough time to read them all.

He loved Jacumba. He was a townie, a great gossip, and in the deep of a moonless night, when no one was around to see, Robert was a do-gooder. Like the rest of us, there was a gap between what he said and how he acted. Unlike most of us, Bob’s actions were better than his talk.

Before the border fence was built, we used to walk over to Jacumé, a Mexican village two miles south of the line. We had friends there. We’d go to parties, dances. Richard Spencer and Kirk Gilliam owned a home in the village, lived in it for years. Richard is buried in Jacumé.

And that’s as good a marker as any. Americans in Jacumba didn’t go to Jacumé, wouldn’t walk in coal-mine darkness to visit people who are poor and speak another language. For Bob it was, “Hell, yeah.” Life, for Bob, was “Hell, yeah.” He knew something nobody tells you. Life is as big as you can handle.

Bob could handle a lot.

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RIP it up, Uncle Bob.

You're missed.

April 25, 2008

Thank you for your kind words. Bob's family gathered in Jacumba last weekend and they were overwhelmed by the kindness of all the people that dropped by the house. Jacumba's most vocal advocate and supporter opened his door to anyone in need of help and loved the character of the town and it's people. Bob agreed with the epitaph my wife chose for him. "He saw the possibilities!" We love and miss him. Tabatha and Kevin Cyphers

April 25, 2008

I thought I was the only person to call him Uncle Bob.

"J" Town!!!!!!!!!!

I would havbe bet you were going to be the first Mayor (after Richard of course) I was fun-I'll miss you.

                         -Eric-

                             (Dean Martin)
April 27, 2008

Hi Patrick,

I loved and will miss Bob Mitchell. He was bigger than life.... but I don't remember him being 5 foot 10 inches tall! My wife, Sue, is 5 foot 2 inches. In medium heels, she looked eye to eye with Bob. Maybe it was the way he walked around with his gray haired chest thrust out like the biggest rooster you've ever seen that made him look bigger and taller. He had incredible swagger like no other. I'm sorry Patrick, but I think you've got it wrong. I remember him much closer to 7 feet tall.

Alfred Pagano

May 5, 2008

Sorry to hear that Bob has passed. I know I will miss his smile and his quick replies. I remember sitting outside on his deck with three other people beside myself and bob all disagreeing about how to cook the chicken on the grill. I finally yelled out there is two many type A personalities here to decide how to cook. Jean Andre Vallery [email protected]

May 18, 2008

Bob was Best Man at my wedding. I met Bob in 1981. I had just arrived in Cardiff by the Sea, Ca from Colo. We were introduced by a mutual friend. We wound up snorting our way to an all nighter with never a gap in the conversation. It was like we had known each other for years. My first weekend in Jacumba the big house on the hill at the end of the road was a two room cabin with a sunken living room and an oversized fireplace. It was cozy. I had moved to Newport Beach and Jacumba was my getaway. Bob always made me feel welcome and we never had a loss of things to talk about. And like the author says it always felt like we were picking up from what we had talked about the day before. There was always some new business plan to hammer through. I loved Jacumba. The Hotel was still in business, before the fire. There was a little bookstore call the Chocolate Factory where I met some great artists. A David Bayes still hangs on our wall. We went horse back riding by moonlight. Spent endless hours at the diner. Bob got me into gliding which I never thought I would do. And then Bob always had a place to crash when he was up my way. I miss him. Thanks for the nice things you said about Bob in your article you nailed him pretty good as I remember and thanks for letting me re live some fond memories writing this. RIP Bud

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