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Gregg Hardy
One memory of Bob, and this will date us. After completing a flintlock pistol, a school project of mine, Bob wanted to give it a try. So the day I brought it home, he touched it off in the bus. Kaboom! The bus filled with smoke. Everyone still on board went down behind a seat. As he pulled away, choice words were said and smoke billowed from all the open windows. I must admit to some joy that it was a picture I can never forget. When I took my last ride in that bus the paper packing was still in one of the roof joints and yes that is why the bus smelled of rotten eggs.
As I write this another thrilling ride came to mind. On a very cold and stormy winter day we were dropping down on one of the roads near Navajo lane and the bus started to slide sideways down the road. We were overjoyed and making the required noise then that voice, no PA system needed put us all in our place. He recovered from the slide, to our dismay, and drove us to school as if nothing happened. It didn't occur to me till much later that for some reason there were no cars parked on road. Had there been with the bus sliding sideways things could have been much different. He was/is an incredible man and an exceptional school bus driver.
He will be missed.
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