Two Sundays ago, veteran journalists Bob Jones and Denby Fawcett joined Meda and I for breakfast at the Elks Club in Waikiki. It was, as usual, a pleasant breakfast, good stories and questions raised, queries answered, all against the backdrop of the blue waters of the Pacific.

Earlier this year, we sponsored Bob as a new member of Elks Lodge 616, giving him access to the club’s facilities, and he let us know how much he was enjoying his new status.

So it was with deep regret that we learned Bob left this life last Monday, just a week after our oceanfront repast.

Soon after I crawled out of bed this morning, I was surprised to find my iPad had delivered up a series of photos from Thanksgiving 2017, when we had gladly accepted Bob’s last minute invitation to join a small group at their house for dinner. His email arrived at 11:25 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning.

would you like to join our gang for dinner — turkey breast and all?

no need bring anything. we and various guests have already done a full menu.

It was a most welcome invite, and likely saved us from scrounging through our freezer for something for dinner. If we had a turkey, it was still frozen.

Bob, as his friends know, wasn’t just a world-class reporter, he was an excellent and enthusiastic cook, and this meal showed off his many skills! What a fine meal it was!