like many of you, i cannot pinpoint the exact moment i met nick robinson.

i have known him for so long that the memory has become faded with time. i find it far more rewarding this way, to think that he has always been there. camera, book, pen/paper, stamps, smile & a glass of whiskey seem to be all that man travels with. if you were to find him at this moment he would most likely have one or several of these objects in his possession. how does one explain nick; one of the oddest people I have ever met, more concerned with your smile then his own. Never wanting to turn a personal profit with any of his actions, always spending more then receiving. willing & able to do anything for you. he isn’t perfect… but I don’t think that is what he is striving for. he has his own set of morals & ideals that I don’t think anyone can figure out. he just wants to move through life sharing the world with his family & the friends he meets along the way. that is where I met him, somewhere along the way and i would not be surprised if that is not where you found him…? or did he find you? yeah I know nick robinson, the only man I know to find the time to mail a letter & make a personal visit despite the distance…