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July 30, 2014
Robert had bone cancer, and he knew it was terminal, though he chose to stay at home and treat it with marijuana and Breyer’s vanilla ice cream.  Some days were better than others, and some days he was well enough to walk with us down to Point, where we could see the ruins of the Campbell mansion.  On the way, we’d pass a tree with a mushroom on it that he called the wishing fungus. We’d all touch it and make a wish.  At end of that summer, he gave the wishing fungus to my brother, who still has it.