Bob Veale, a very large human being, lefty who could bring it.
Oddly, growing up, my dad owned a bar in Coudersport, and Bob would come up for hunting season in Potter County, and the man he stayed with, was a regular at my dad's bar. Needless to say, I met Bob about 4 or 5 times, was always a gentleman around me. Alas, I was a runt of a kid growing up and Bob was like 6'6 250, so maybe he felt sorry for this literal little white boy.
RIP Big Bob
Oddly, growing up, my dad owned a bar in Coudersport, and Bob would come up for hunting season in Potter County, and the man he stayed with, was a regular at my dad's bar. Needless to say, I met Bob about 4 or 5 times, was always a gentleman around me. Alas, I was a runt of a kid growing up and Bob was like 6'6 250, so maybe he felt sorry for this literal little white boy.
RIP Big Bob
