November 18, 2019
Singing the Songs of His Greatness
As mentioned previously Bob Mitchell passed away a week and a half ago. The funeral was Friday and there was a wake Saturday at his shop.
The second floor was packed, and for almost six hours people took turns relating their Bob stories, both hilarious and poingniant. The tale of how he had upended local fandom with a soda concession and a pig roast was particularly amusing. People had come from as far as California and Florida, and there were people who Bob had helped to get off the street, young men who had been on a path to perdition who brought their wives and children to hear about the guy who had set them straight, and men, who as children had been abused and neglected who Bob told of how Bob had saved them from their parents.
Bob's gone, but he's left a bigger and more positive legacy than most will ever achieve.
The second floor was packed, and for almost six hours people took turns relating their Bob stories, both hilarious and poingniant. The tale of how he had upended local fandom with a soda concession and a pig roast was particularly amusing. People had come from as far as California and Florida, and there were people who Bob had helped to get off the street, young men who had been on a path to perdition who brought their wives and children to hear about the guy who had set them straight, and men, who as children had been abused and neglected who Bob told of how Bob had saved them from their parents.
Bob's gone, but he's left a bigger and more positive legacy than most will ever achieve.
Posted by: The Brickmuppet at
07:57 PM
| Comments (1)
| Add Comment
Post contains 160 words, total size 1 kb.
31kb generated in CPU 0.0246, elapsed 0.3603 seconds.
71 queries taking 0.3491 seconds, 366 records returned.
Powered by Minx 1.1.6c-pink.
71 queries taking 0.3491 seconds, 366 records returned.
Powered by Minx 1.1.6c-pink.
