Bob was a great friend. He spent Sundays at our house. He had a motorcycle he would drive over and park in the drive. Sometimes it was missing when he went to leave. . .my dad had taken it for a spin. The bike became 'our bike' as in "how's our bike doin' Bob?" My dad the joker really liked Bob, and Bob always laughed. He had this great laugh, didn't he? They would talk out on the driveway a long time. Good friend. Good guy.
Barbara Virgens (Scheid)
Bob was a great friend. He spent Sundays at our house. He had a motorcycle he would drive over and park in the drive. Sometimes it was missing when he went to leave. . .my dad had taken it for a spin. The bike became 'our bike' as in "how's our bike doin' Bob?" My dad the joker really liked Bob, and Bob always laughed. He had this great laugh, didn't he? They would talk out on the driveway a long time. Good friend. Good guy.