Rob Hiaasen wrote about snowshoes.
He wrote about his bat house: "Bats can eat up to 1200 insects an hour … and I want to hit the person who counts the hourly chow of a bat."
He wrote about a conversation with his dog Earle.
Among the killers on Thursday in the Annapolis Capital Gazette newspaper was the veteran columnist, Following his family, Hiaasen, 59, the brother of bestselling author and journalist Carl Hiaasen, was a writer for the Baltimore Sun for 15 years before becoming assistant in 2010 moved to the capital
Lately he had been the author of a regular Sunday column.
A native of Fort Lauderdale and a graduate of the University of Florida, he was a reporter for the Palm Beach Post, and an anchor and reporter at Newspaper Radio stations in the South
"I just want people to know what for an incredibly gentle, generous and talented guy my brother was, "said Carl Hiaasen on Thursday evening in a telephone interview.
"He was an unforgettably warm and serene His presence as a father and brother," he said.
"But he has devoted his entire life to journalism," he said. And he loved the idea of hometown, old-fashioned journalism. "
Hiaasen was a Floridian and a Marylander, a 6-foot-5 cynic, and a softy.
In a new column he wrote about a lost cat:
"For a long time, I was reproached for being a romantic and sentimentalist (guilty, guilty), so what if I did not miss a missing cat? miss dog poster and not blinzle so if I'm always in my tracks and spiders stories for missing cats, but mainly for dogs?
Have not we all disappeared sometime? "
In another column he mourned the demise of a rock star and fellow countryman Tom Petty:
"What is good music? Good music is the music one puts on when one is alone, or one does not want to be alone, and in one way or another one feels one felt by the music in your daily job-courage, and if it is not love or heartache, defiance or hope, then it is close enough. "
On the last day of Mother's Day he wrote about his deceased courage ter:
"Like a neutral biographer, she stashed the chapters of my life into all her chaotic hope. She logged my job changes, relationship changes, address changes, mood changes, hair color changes – her youngest was gray at 28? Well, honey, it looks good with you, she would say. "
And in the grip of last winter, he wrote about snowshoeing in which he put fins on, masked and snorkeled, and his face threw snow into a backyard hill." There was no marine life to be seen, "he noted.
" He was a great colleague and a real handyman when it came to writing, "said William K. Marimov, his former editor at the Baltimore Sun," He really valued good writing and worked on every sentence and every word in his stories. "[RegardinghisfamousbrotherCarlMarimovsaid:"Ibelieve[Rob] really admired his brother, but he wanted to make sure he dug up his own niche. And he did it with great success.
Carl Hiaasen, 65, said, "He was my little brother, but in many ways he was taller than me as a person. "
" I've been in this business for 42 years and. , , I watch the horror that unfolds in the cable news and writes my columns on it, "he said," and yet this is a horror that happens in this country like every few weeks. "
Rob was also a lecturer at the Philip Merrill College of Journalism of the University of Maryland.
He was the youngest of four children, and his wife, Maria, a son and two daughters, survived his brother's
Thursday night, when fears grew of his well-being , friends published their concerns on his Facebook page.
"So worried Rob Hiaasen" Wrote one. "Do you want to hear your voice and know that you are okay."
"Rob, you are hoping and praying to safety, "said another.
" Rob would feel uncomfortable saying that out loud, but Rob, I love you, "wrote a third friend.
In April, he updated his Facebook cover image.
He stands with the R cracking to camera on a beach and looks out over turquoise waters with dark clouds over their heads. He is wearing a blue T-shirt and a white cap, and he is wearing his shoes.
Joe Heim, Arelis R. Hernández and Rice Thebault contributed to this report.