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Robert "Bob" George, 68, of Pittsburgh, PA, passed away peacefully in his sleep on Feb. 19, 2025.
Born in Dayton, Ohio, on December 5, 1956, Bob was raised in Fairborn, Ohio, and graduated from Fairborn Baker High School in 1975. After high school, he proudly served his country as a Photographer's Mate in the United States Navy aboard the USS Blue Ridge from 1975 to 1979, receiving an honorable discharge.
Following his service, Bob moved to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where he enrolled in the Pittsburgh Art Institute and earned his associate's degree. It was there that he met his future wife, Jill Fickey. Though they separated in the 1990's, Bob and Jill remained close friends until her death in 2023.
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Greg Hutto
A couple of weeks ago I noticed that Bob's brother Andy posted about Bob's passing on Facebook. Needless to say, I was shocked to see the loss of my good friend in high school at such a young age. Bob apparently had some health problems in the last year and was in a veteran's retirement home on the date of his passing. He apparently passed quietly in his sleep. I remember our times together in high school with great fondness. Bob was an excellent singer and we spent many hundreds of hours singing together. We were both in A Capella choir and Choralliers in our senior year. Outside of school and singing, I remember dozens of hours of simply talking about this, that, and the other thing. Talks were usually accompanied by an 8 pack of Schemlings Little Kings and a large bag of Cheetos (for some reason). I’ve still got a taste for Cheetos and beer! Bob was truly a good friend and confidant, and would support you in any endeavor. Bob was a skilled photographer. He took this picture of Bob Huddleston and I when we were both shorn for our trip to the Naval Academy 50 years ago. I had the great fun of spending a little time with him as a young man while we were both in the Navy. He was stationed at Long Beach on the USS Blue Ridge. I seem to remember a trip south to Tijuana, where two 19-year-olds did not come off very well in haggling for some belt buckles and assorted items in the markets there. But we did have a great margarita or two. God willing, my brother, I'll see you in the next life.
Greg Hutto
Greg Hutto