I had the fortunate pleasure of meeting Mr. Denver on a few occasions back in the mid-'80's. He had bought some farmland in the lower Catskills in southern New York State, outside the town right over the mountain from where I lived at the time, and much of my family still does.
Several times a year, Bob Denver would spend a few weeks at the place, which was converted into a summer-place-type thing. It was not terribly unusual for him to be seen in town, looking through the shops and such.
He was a funny man, with a sense of humor that extended beyond his perceived personae and into his connection with the world.
On "Dobie Gillis" and "Gilligan's Island", he became an iconic part of my childhood. My younger sister and I had practically every episode catalogued in our young minds. When I was about 7 and she was 4, we'd get together with some of the other kids in the neighborhood and pretend that we were the castaways. Mostly by virtue of being the only one with the right hat, I was Gilligan.
On the occasion that I got to speak briefly with Mr. Denver, I recalled that time fondly and while shaking his hand, said "You know, when I was a kid, I was Gilligan!" He responded by saying, "You're lucky, son...I was him as an adult!"
At his heart, Bob Denver was a simple man who managed to touch the lives of so many by simply being himself.
Rest in Peace, Bob...
...you finally got off this stupid island.