When Bobby was still able to drive around by himself and my husband, John McPeters, could still work his garden, they were constantly sharing the cantaloupes and watermelons Bobby found somewhere and the tomatoes and berries John grew. Bobby would leave his finds on the porch or stop by to pick up what John left for him there. Sometimes I would see Bobby when he came and go out to speak to him. He was always in a major hurry and tell me he couldn't stay but a minute. In the course of conversation, Bobby would be reminded of something from times go by and the story would begin. He had some wonderful stories and was a master story teller and if there is any such thing, I am a master story listener and loved them. Time would fly by as we leaned on the hood of his car...pure moments of joy for both of us. I have already missed those moments.
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