When I moved to Iowa City for grad school in 1979 I hadn't touched a golf club for 6 years. By luck I became friends with the golf pro at Quail Creek golf course and that became my home for thousands of rounds of golf over the next ten years, most of them with a tall, elegant, fun-loving but soft-spoken guy who lived there by the name of Bob Rasley. Bob taught me the real game of golf. He never said a word of instruction or so much as raised an eyebrow. He just showed me by example how a golfer, and a man, should behave.

The way Bob played golf, the game exhibits a man's honesty, humility, courage, patience, competitiveness, integrity, sense of humor, compassion, love of outdoors, toughness, courtesy, sense of duty and honor. Whatever I have of these virtues I probably got them from Bob. I certainly saw all of them consistently displayed by him on a near-daily basis for a decade. I have never forgotten his graceful example and his friendship. He invited me on golf trips I had no right to expect to be included on and always treated us as equals on the golf course, although I almost never beat him. When I did, this intensely competitive gentleman was happier for me than I was.

All over the world today, golfers that played golf with Bob Rasley are saying "We lost a great man today." My condolences to his family and all who knew him.

I thoroughly enjoyed my talks with Bob Sr., and hearing about his childhood days meeting Nile Kinnick. He will be very missed and will always be remembered as a legendary Hawkeye who bled black and gold every moment of his impressive life.

Bob,

So sorry to hear about your Dad. He was my first boss when I worked at the University Hospital. 5 Jenn girls worked for him back in the day. He gave all of us a shot at our first jobs there. Will never forget that. My sympathy to your family.

Eileen Jenn Falls