That way it works for me. Care to tell us about Bob?
Bob was the Head Porter of St John's College, Cambridge, for some 16 years, from 1969 to 1985, which included my time there at the end of the 1970s. He'd have occupied a goodly proportion of that bench: I remember him as well over six feet tall and, shall we say, generously proportioned. He was popular among the students and supported all aspects of life in the College with great enthusiasm. My own contact with him was fairly limited, since I am as far from a sportsman as it's possible to be and Bob's interest was focussed on the College cricket and boat clubs, but I remember him with much affection.
He and his wife Mary looked after one of the College's graduate hostels, a lovely large house in sizeable grounds a few minutes' walk from the back entrance to the College. I lived there for a year and enjoyed it very much. I was the first of the dozen or so residents to arrive, by a couple of weeks, and it puzzled me for some time that the prime parking space was always free, at whatever time I returned. I learned later that Mary guarded it for me, telling the others not to use it: I was the only medical student there and she had great respect for doctors.
Bob died in 1986. The bench is in one of the College gardens, a peaceful spot where I used to play croquet on summer afternoons (this is turning awfully sentimental, isn't it?). Mary died a couple of years ago; they had no children and she left her entire estate to the College choir.
There's more detail, and a photo of Bob, here