A Tribute to
by Todd Sestero
Both Robin and I were born in New Rochelle NY, well,
kinda...... New Rochelle didn't have a hospital at the time, or at least one
close, so technically, we were born in Bronxville NY, a neighboring city
(albeit a really small one ! :-) Her day
of happiness was on June 13th, 1954.
During the early years, because our father
was an advertising manager and changed jobs frequently, we moved from New
Rochelle to Tyler TX in 1959, to Batavia NY in 1964, back to New Rochelle
for nine months in 1965, and then finally to Towson MD in 1966 and Ruxton in 1967.
attended Dumbarton Junior High School, Towson High School, and UMBC.
Her best friends from those days at Dumbarton are Beth Fryer and Karyn
Thompson. She was truly a flower child of the 60's and was very experienced
:-) As usual, we had our differences and our disagreements, but we generally got along pretty well.
If I was around, I would always be protective of her. There was one
instance at our high school bus stop where this local "head" Jeff was trying
to get her started on drugs. I picked him up by the collar of his army
jacket and told him to "leave her alone, when she's ready, she will come to
you", and threw him down on the ground (I was 6 ft tall, Jeff was
barely over five and a half - the tiny little worm)---he never bothered her
again (or anyone else at the bus stop for that matter).
loved animals, but had a special place in her heart for cats. Our
first one in Tyler was a small alley cat that got run over by a car, and she
dragged the thing home to have our parents recuperate the poor little thing.
His name was Squeaky, and he survived and lived a full life until we moved
Robin is survived by her latest two, Freddy and Betty.
Robin and Greg got married at the Little Church of the West Wedding Chapel
in Las Vegas, at 11pm. The wedding cost $129.04! Robin and Greg
met while on staff at Entertainment Tonight,
and when they first met, were slightly at odds with each other because of
first impressions, plus, they were also involved with other people.
Once those two relationships broke up, they decided to have coffee one
evening, and after that, it was only a matter of a few months before they
flew to Las Vegas and became married.
were Robert A. and Gloria Sestero, both born in New York City back in the
mid 1920's. Mom's grandparents came from the Reading PA area: Paul and
Susanne Scheck, and we considered them Pennsylvania Dutch, with a little mix
of Hungarian on our grandmothers side. On my fathers side, both of his
parents came over on the boat from Italy, but interestingly enough, even tho
they only lived about 75 miles apart in Italy (Savona and Bergamo), they did
not meet till they were here in this country. Our mother did not have
any brothers or sisters, and our father had one older sister Amalia.
Amalia was married to actor
passed away on Friday, September 4th, 2015, after a long bout with illness.
She is survived by myself, my wife Dianne, her nieces Tina (and her husband
Rob) and Jennifer, great nieces Elena & Sophia, Aunt Amalia, and ex-husband
Greg Czech. RIP my dear sister, we really rocked the pillars of Hell
when we were young!
As a most interesting side note, on the morning
we got the called that Robin had passed away, when my wife and I got into
the car to go over to Stella Maris, the radio station HAD JUST started
playing Led Zepplin's (anyone want to take a guess?)
Stairway to Heaven.
Likewise, a few miles away, when my daughter Tina got into her car to come
over, Queen's (maybe NOT so appropriate)
Another One Bites The Dust was playing. On the day of
Robin's viewing, my wife and daughter had to dash out to get flowers to
replace an arrangement that FTD could not deliver until Monday (would that
be OK, they asked.... WTF?), and when they got into my car, George
Thoroughgood's I Drink Alone was
on, and on the way back, they were next to a Thunderbird of the same (or
very close) year to Robin's at a traffic light...... to many coincidences
Check out Robin's obituaries:
One of the best pictures of Robin we have from the early days, courtesy
Bruce Dunlop, her boyfriend at the time
This was taken out in the driveway of our house at 7521 L'Hirondelle
Club Rd in Ruxton MD
(and I still have that stupid statue in my yard :-)
Robin was a car
junkie, and ever since she was a kid always wanted a Thunderbird, so in
2002 she went out and bought herself baby blue one (ok, it's really aqua), which she still has
today and recently had a complete makeover done on it. Other cars she
has owned: a silver 2010 Chevy Camaro, a black 2015 Kia Soul, a white 2011
Scion, a white Volvo station wagon, an Acura, a brown 1977? Honda Civic, and
a yellow 1971 Fiat 124.
Once upon a time, while Robin and Greg lived
in Los Angeles, Robin got a hankering for a PT Cruiser. Well, way up
in Traverse City where our aunt spends her summers, one of her friends is a
used car dealer. On one of her trips to TC, she casually mentioned
this to the guy, and he offered her a Cruiser at a good price. So
without checking things, she bought it and had it shipped to California.
Only one problem with the car tho - it didn't have the California emissions
control on the car, so she could not get it registered. OUCH!
So, for the year or so that Robin had the car, she kept getting the dealer
guy in Traverse City to keep re-issuing the temporary registration, with a
new temp tag to go along with it until she finally sold it off out of state.
She quietly referred to it as the "criminal car"
I taught Robin how to drive
in our family's 1967 Karmann Ghia, and someone still owes me interest on that
one! :-) We banged into a few trashcans and the
parents got pissed with us, oh well.
Back in 1991, I got laid off
from my job, and had plenty of time to do nothing. So Robin asked if I
could come out to L.A. and help remodel her kitchen. One night during
the tear-it-apart phase, we wanted to make room for more tear-outs, so we
loaded up the pick-up truck they had rented. Then, the three of us
went out around 10pm and drove around till we could find a place to dump the
stuff. We found a vacant lot on one of those typical steep L.A.
hillsides, and rushed like mad to get rid of the stuff. It took us an
hour for our heart rates to go down! :-)
When we were living in
Tyler, and I was about 12, me and a friend decided to take our parents 1963
Grand Prix out for a drive. We lived on a "U" shaped street, with a
creek running down the middle. I backed the car out of the driveway,
and went around to the far side, turned around and came back.
Somewhere in there, I threw it into neutral and revved up the engine, I
guess I thought it was cool. Robin finked on me and I got into trouble
big time over that one!
Fast forward to high school. Robin and
Beth took the Karman Ghia out for a ride, TO SOUTH CAROLINA while our
parents were away for the weekend. Too bad I didn't know about it, I
would have paid her back.... nah, not really.....
Robin and her new
1978 Civic at our house on Gibbons Blvd in Timonium, ~1979
The church where
Robin and Greg were married
Her Volvo sitting in
front of 5210 Tampa Ave in Tarzana