R. W. "Skip" Bishop

Skip was like a 2nd father to me. A lifelong friend of my dad, he would drive me to sporting events as a kid whenever my parents had a schedule conflict, and he became sort of a good luck charm for me. As a 12 year old, I hit my first and only home run with Skip in the bleachers. He described it to my dad as a "frozen rope." Skip was a great friend to all who knew him. Rest in peace.