Robert "Bobby" S. Weaver, Sr.

I always have a smile when I think of Bob - we lived next door to him when I was a kid/teenager. When my parents would go away on the occasional weekend, we did teenager things - like have parties. Bob never "ratted" us out to our parents. One morning he recounted how the music made his bed bounce across the floor and right out the window: he had to go downstairs and outside to pick up his bed and carry it back upstairs - over and over again! He had us in stitches with his humorous flair...