From the first time I ever hung out with Bob and Mike as teenagers, Papa Roon was always "Papa Roon". It was a moniker that I always figured one of the guys gave him before I moved here. As time went on, it became less a nickname and more a statement of fact. He was a father figure to all of us. Through marriages and the birth of our kids he was at all the events as Papa Roon. We acted (more sober) at party's and lied about how many drinks we had, just like we did our own Dads. Through the 32 years I knew him, he never had a bad word to say about anyone and always greeted me with a smile. No matter how sick he was he always greeted me with a "Hey Jeff!" or "Big Guy". When I would ask how he was, he'd say "Good" and then ask about someone else's well being. We lost another one of the good ones....
One last time, GO BIRDS!!! Sorry ;)