BIG ROB
6 ft. 6 inches of tattooed convict. There is a surprising complexity to the enigma of Big Rob. It might be my favorite thing about him. Other than being straight out of Central Casting, he is a brilliant writer, a shrewd businessman, and undercover intellectual (our initial bond). We spent several years together where we were the star pupils of the Kinross morning yoga classes, cultivated strategically neighboring garden plots, and ran our very own two-man book club where we read and discussed everything from Siddhartha by Herman Hess to the Better Angels of Our Nature by Steven Pinker.
Big Rob is serving a life sentence without the possibility of parole. It kills me. I love the guy, and hardly anyone I've met is so focused on growth behind bars and eventually becoming worthy of an entirely unlikely shot at freedom. Though the system's official position is that he will never go home, he has nevertheless enrolled in college—on his own dime—and completed his Associates Degree (I believe in business) and is currently working on his Bachelor's, with the ultimate goal of attaining a Masters degree, all through the mail. I've never met ANYONE who has earned their Masters degree while in the MDOC—certainly not paid out of their own pocket, and while serving a life sentence. But if I know Rob, it's just a matter of time before he does it.
Maybe one of these days we can get him on to tell us a story or two. We should be so lucky.