Remembering a good man – and very intense Husky fan
March 30, 2022
It was the fall of 1980.
As a newly elected school board member, I'd been asked before to attend a volleyball game and was starting to feel guilty about not getting to one.
"Doc, I'm telling you: You guys need to get over to the high school and watch these girls play volleyball," Bob said. "They are playing well, and they will go to state this year."
"You're probably right, Bob," I said. "It's a little difficult for us, but maybe I'll get (my wife) Sandy to get a babysitter, and we will get over and watch a game."
"Their next game is Thursday," Bob said. "The varsity game usually starts at...