In Marin / FYI REMEMBER
WE, LIKE THE rest of the world, knew you as Mork, Popeye, Garp, Adrian Cronauer, the Genie, Mrs. Doubtfire,
Patch Adams, Theodore Roosevelt. You were
an Oscar winner, a comic mastermind, and
we, along with everyone else, loved what
we knew of you. We worshiped your gift, we
respected your celebrity. We were in awe
of your pinpoint timing, your brilliant acting talent, your exquisite and seemingly
effortless ability to improvise like no comic
before, or quite likely after, you.
But we, your neighbors, the residents of
Marin, we were privileged to know you just a
little bit more. Here, in this place, you spent
your early, formative years. You roamed
our towns and drove our streets as a teen,
as a member of the Redwood High School
Class of 1969. You trained on our fields and
our back roads with the Redwood track and
cross-country teams. Your first real exposure to drama came at College of Marin,
your stand-up skills flexed during lunchtime music performances on campus.
Then, decades later, after unprecedented
success and limitless choices, you elected to
return to Marin.
We saw you conducting your self-
described “mobile therapy”: pumping along
An open letter to Robin Williams, on the anniversary of his death. BY JENNIFER WOODLIEF
But we, your neighbors, the
residents of Marin, we were
privileged to know you just
a little bit more.