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Jody Hobson uploaded photo(s)
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
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Mike and his family drove 4 times on the Alaska Highway between the summer of 1960 to the summer of 1965. Each trip way two weeks long on over 1500 mile of dirt roads. Mike and his family went through the great Alaska earthquake on March, 27, 1964 on Good Friday. Can yo imagine a 6 year old going through that experience? As a family we met John F. Kennedy in Alaska when he was campaigning for President in Sept. of 1960. 6 of us lived in a one bedroom house in Spenard, Alaska. So many great memories.
Jody Hobson uploaded photo(s)
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
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Jody Hobson lit a candle
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
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I remember picking Mike and his twin sister Michelle up at the Fullerton , California hospital in July 1957. My older brother Chris and I held “the twins” and we were so excited and happy. Over the years Mike and I laughed together, cried together. We fought each other and we hugged each other. Mike didn’t like ham and mustard, I did, and I always asked him if he wanted some at Easter and Christmas dinners. Mike read from the Bible at my wife Menchie and my wedding in 1984. I took Mike for granted. His ideas may not have been well thought out all the time but his intentions were always magnanimous. I loved my little brother so much. I told him that more and more as I saw him suffer at the end of his life. He yearned to just speak to his daughter Phoebe just one more time. His heart was broken about that. May you Rest In Peace my dear brother. Thank you for forgiving my transgressions over the years. You were one of a kind and I miss you so much. Love forever, your youngest big brother, Jody
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Bob Wolfe uploaded photo(s)
Wednesday, December 16, 2020
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I knew Mike for about 45 years and he truly was one of my dearest friends. Mike was nicknamed the Hobbit during our time at Seattle U and it stuck forever. Mike could be the life of the party and quite frankly, the life of any event he attended. Hob had a heart of gold and his intentions were always true, but things could go sideways for him at any time. But he, more than anyone I have ever known, could laugh at his follies harder than others would.
Hob was very intelligent and was very active in politics in his younger years. He once left town with the clothes on his back to work the Ted Kennedy for president campaign and got as far as Portland. After a month of work, Kennedy lost the race but won Oregon, so they went out to party. Hob asked the bartender for a flaming shot and since he didn't know how to make it, Hob told to pour 151 in a glass and light it on fire. Unfortunately, he poured it in a tumbler, lit it and Hob proceeded to put his face in the flaming glass and chug it. When he returned to Seattle a couple of days later, he had scabs and a burnt mustache to prove his story and he laughed his head off telling that story.
Hob lived a simple life and didn't need much to make him happy. Material things did not mean much to him. His passion was fishing which included crabbing, shrimping and anything else that could be use to make amazing feasts to share with others. He worked at the Kingdome from the day it opened. He started giving tours, then was a parking attendant and progressed to vending where he reached the pinnacle of being a beer vendor. When I saw him, he would tell me to drink my beer and give him the empty cup so he could go in and refill it for free claiming he spilled it. He worked most every event that took place in the Kingdome and eventually the act of climbing those concrete stairs took a toll on his knees. When they moved to Safeco Field, he became an usher for many years until retiring.
Baseball was his favorite sport and we attended many, many games together. We once went to a Tacoma Raniers game with friends and his brother Chris. It was quarter beer night and we had lots of full beers lined up in front of us. I was on the aisle with one full beer out on the step. As Hob got up to take a break, he decided to place kick that beer down the steps. His aim was bad and he hit a couple about four rows down and across the aisle that were dressed in a tux and formal attire. The guy was furious and Hob walked down the steps and removed his dirty t-shirt and offered it to them to clean up. I thought the guy would jump him but just told him to get away. We have laughed at that story for many years.
In the last decade or two, Hob was dealt some really bad hands when it came to his health. He endured many things that many others could not. Through it all, he never gave up, never gave in and stayed humble through each episode. Though he wasn't always the best patient and didn't always follow the doctors orders, he always stayed positive and was a true role model to others as to how to face true adversity. I respected his attitude and ability to roll with the punches as did so many others.
I miss my buddy Hob very much right now but I have so many great memories of our times together and it eases the pain. If our group of friends were to get together tonight, we could go 24 hours straight telling Hob stories with out repeating any of them. Everyone had a Hob story. He had a lot of friends and Hob was a special friend to many. I look forward to seeing you on the other side and I am happy that you are no longer suffering and feel no pain. I love you my friend!! RIP Hobbit!!!
P.S. Here are some pictures of me and Hob and one of him with his Ben Gamel promotional hat and hair.
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