Bob passed away a couple of years after high school on a fishing trip with his brothers to either northern Minnesota or Canada, can't remember for sure. He drowned after he fell out of the boat when a storm came up and I don't believe they ever found his body. I worked with Bob at Drake McDonalds and marched with him in the Roosevelt marching Band. Bob was one of those quiet, unassuming regular guys you wouldn't notice unless you had achance to work next to him or sit by him, but he was a very hard worker, a very good person to know and work with and he would have made our world better if his life had not been cut so short. RIP, Bob.
Bob and I were good friends. Our families would get together and stay at the warren cabin on lake vermillion, in northern minnesota. Great fishing their!. Bob and I went to school from elementary through high school. We played little league baseball together as well. Rode our bikes on many an afternoon adventure. Both Bob and his brother were lost in that storm on the lake. Neither have ever been found. R.I.P.
Didn't realize until just a couple of years ago that Bob and his brother were lost during a storm on the lake in north Minnesota that my brother fishes regularly. Bob and I played baseball together in our teens, and he was always friendly to me. I remember that he was fairly soft-spoken, almost shy, but a really great guy. If he could have had more time with us, I'm betting he's the kind of guy who would have stayed connected. Wish he was still here.
Bob was a great guy and a good friend of mine going back to Perkins school. We were on the same little league team (the Red Sox). He was a darn good pitcher with a distinctive, lanky wind-up and a red-hot fastball. We played golf together all the time. Then we got hooked playing this game called Strato-o-matic Pro Football (and also Risk). We played by the hour all the way into our first year in college, when we roomed together. We almost killed each other on more than one occasion over game boards!
We also played quite a bit of one-on-one basketball on my driveway until his heighth advantage became too much for my skill set to overcome (considerable, though they were).
He and his brother, Bill, died over Memorial Day Weekend in '73 or '74 when their canoe capsized in the cold Boundry Waters when a storm hit. I was a pall-bearer at the funeral, which was doubly painful because his delightful mom, Ida, was dying of cancer and succumbed before the year was over.
I recall that Bob was in a good place in life before his accident. My life is all the better for having him as a friend through Perkins, Franklin, Roosevelt, and Drake. Rest in peace, my friend.
Robert C. Shaffer
Bob was a pleasant and mild-mannered guy to be around. I enjoyed having him in the band's percussion section.
Dan Kingkade
Bob passed away a couple of years after high school on a fishing trip with his brothers to either northern Minnesota or Canada, can't remember for sure. He drowned after he fell out of the boat when a storm came up and I don't believe they ever found his body. I worked with Bob at Drake McDonalds and marched with him in the Roosevelt marching Band. Bob was one of those quiet, unassuming regular guys you wouldn't notice unless you had achance to work next to him or sit by him, but he was a very hard worker, a very good person to know and work with and he would have made our world better if his life had not been cut so short. RIP, Bob.
Thomas A. Clark
Bob and I were good friends. Our families would get together and stay at the warren cabin on lake vermillion, in northern minnesota. Great fishing their!. Bob and I went to school from elementary through high school. We played little league baseball together as well. Rode our bikes on many an afternoon adventure. Both Bob and his brother were lost in that storm on the lake. Neither have ever been found. R.I.P.
Steven C. Larson
Didn't realize until just a couple of years ago that Bob and his brother were lost during a storm on the lake in north Minnesota that my brother fishes regularly. Bob and I played baseball together in our teens, and he was always friendly to me. I remember that he was fairly soft-spoken, almost shy, but a really great guy. If he could have had more time with us, I'm betting he's the kind of guy who would have stayed connected. Wish he was still here.
Tom Quiner
Bob was a great guy and a good friend of mine going back to Perkins school. We were on the same little league team (the Red Sox). He was a darn good pitcher with a distinctive, lanky wind-up and a red-hot fastball. We played golf together all the time. Then we got hooked playing this game called Strato-o-matic Pro Football (and also Risk). We played by the hour all the way into our first year in college, when we roomed together. We almost killed each other on more than one occasion over game boards!
We also played quite a bit of one-on-one basketball on my driveway until his heighth advantage became too much for my skill set to overcome (considerable, though they were).
He and his brother, Bill, died over Memorial Day Weekend in '73 or '74 when their canoe capsized in the cold Boundry Waters when a storm hit. I was a pall-bearer at the funeral, which was doubly painful because his delightful mom, Ida, was dying of cancer and succumbed before the year was over.
I recall that Bob was in a good place in life before his accident. My life is all the better for having him as a friend through Perkins, Franklin, Roosevelt, and Drake. Rest in peace, my friend.