Bob was a decent individual with a passion for history and sports. Unfortunately, he became somewhat of a lost soul by some standards, as some of us judged, when he wandered back to Cincinnati a couple of times in the 1980's. If anyone has any history of Bob; or perhaps the person that posted his passing could share it would be appreciated. Some of his old friends would like to hear more.
I second Dick Rinsky's comments and request. How do we know Bob is gone?
I met Bob our senior year when he took journalism and wrote sports for the paper. He had a great facility for writing, and his enthusiasm for sports and athletes made his articles sparkle. A year out of college, just by happenstance, we met on UC's campus, caught up on our lives of the last 5 years, and decided to get an apartment together in Forest Park. That was a tough year for me: first my dad spent 10 days in the hospital, then my mom died so I left the apartment to live with my dad, and then my dad had his spleen removed - another ten days in the hospital.
But I had a secret happiness weapon to cheer me up…Bob Brody. Just one story how his delightful sense of humor saved my sanity. He taught me to eat and like pizza…at age 23! He also explained that 3 mediums were a better deal than 2 large. So there we were, each eating 1 1/2 medium pizzas and washing them down with a 2 liter of Coke for him and a 64 oz. bottle of Welch's grape juice for me. He had never had grape juice.
We had divided the top shelf of our refrigerator in half; my side was the left side. I came home from teaching one day and saw that, instead of 3 whole bottles of grape juice, I only had two. The third bottle had walked itself to Bob's side and was half empty. "Don't worry, Barry. I'll replace it tomorrow. Hey, it's really good."
The next day I got home and Bob was standing in our kitchen with his usual wide, toothy grin, but he was also shaking as he held back something. "What did you do?" No response, but he started shaking a little more. I opened the refrigerator and saw he had been true to his word. There was my new third bottle. And on his side were a dozen big bottles of Welch's. "You bought a dozen?" He shook his head no and the shaking intensified. Then I saw the 5 bottles on the counter. I looked at him and he pointed to the cabinets. I opened each cabinet and saw shelf after shelf of 64 oz. Bottles of Welch's.
He had gone to all of the local stores and bought all of their stock…except one at each store. "I didn't want to clean them out completely." He must have had 50 or 60 bottles. I didn't want to know the exact number.
When things got bad, big Bob could always lighten the load. Until someone confirms Bob's passing, I've decided to think he's somewhere eating too much pizza and drinking grape juice.
I hope we are someday proven wrong and Bob comes back into our lives.
None of us have heard from him since he disappeared in the winter of 1986. Dick, Hank, Barry Simon, Barry Schwartz, Jack, Mike Lipson, maybe Ken Mitman; we all had contact with him on that last visit. I know Mike Simons had contact with him in California where Michael has been all these years.
Bob and I were real pals through junior and senior high and into our college years. Thanks to Checkers Stores, his Dad's employer, we went to countless Royals and Red's games. Capri pizza, cruising, his baseball card game he invented, ping pong in the attic, and the stats he maintained.
I miss him as do all who knew him. He was a gentle soul, a dear friend,and knew how to have fun.
Richard Rinsky
Bob was a decent individual with a passion for history and sports. Unfortunately, he became somewhat of a lost soul by some standards, as some of us judged, when he wandered back to Cincinnati a couple of times in the 1980's. If anyone has any history of Bob; or perhaps the person that posted his passing could share it would be appreciated. Some of his old friends would like to hear more.
Barry Schwartz
I second Dick Rinsky's comments and request. How do we know Bob is gone?
I met Bob our senior year when he took journalism and wrote sports for the paper. He had a great facility for writing, and his enthusiasm for sports and athletes made his articles sparkle. A year out of college, just by happenstance, we met on UC's campus, caught up on our lives of the last 5 years, and decided to get an apartment together in Forest Park. That was a tough year for me: first my dad spent 10 days in the hospital, then my mom died so I left the apartment to live with my dad, and then my dad had his spleen removed - another ten days in the hospital.
But I had a secret happiness weapon to cheer me up…Bob Brody. Just one story how his delightful sense of humor saved my sanity. He taught me to eat and like pizza…at age 23! He also explained that 3 mediums were a better deal than 2 large. So there we were, each eating 1 1/2 medium pizzas and washing them down with a 2 liter of Coke for him and a 64 oz. bottle of Welch's grape juice for me. He had never had grape juice.
We had divided the top shelf of our refrigerator in half; my side was the left side. I came home from teaching one day and saw that, instead of 3 whole bottles of grape juice, I only had two. The third bottle had walked itself to Bob's side and was half empty. "Don't worry, Barry. I'll replace it tomorrow. Hey, it's really good."
The next day I got home and Bob was standing in our kitchen with his usual wide, toothy grin, but he was also shaking as he held back something. "What did you do?" No response, but he started shaking a little more. I opened the refrigerator and saw he had been true to his word. There was my new third bottle. And on his side were a dozen big bottles of Welch's. "You bought a dozen?" He shook his head no and the shaking intensified. Then I saw the 5 bottles on the counter. I looked at him and he pointed to the cabinets. I opened each cabinet and saw shelf after shelf of 64 oz. Bottles of Welch's.
He had gone to all of the local stores and bought all of their stock…except one at each store. "I didn't want to clean them out completely." He must have had 50 or 60 bottles. I didn't want to know the exact number.
When things got bad, big Bob could always lighten the load. Until someone confirms Bob's passing, I've decided to think he's somewhere eating too much pizza and drinking grape juice.
Harry Sudman
I hope we are someday proven wrong and Bob comes back into our lives.
None of us have heard from him since he disappeared in the winter of 1986. Dick, Hank, Barry Simon, Barry Schwartz, Jack, Mike Lipson, maybe Ken Mitman; we all had contact with him on that last visit. I know Mike Simons had contact with him in California where Michael has been all these years.
Bob and I were real pals through junior and senior high and into our college years. Thanks to Checkers Stores, his Dad's employer, we went to countless Royals and Red's games. Capri pizza, cruising, his baseball card game he invented, ping pong in the attic, and the stats he maintained.
I miss him as do all who knew him. He was a gentle soul, a dear friend,and knew how to have fun.