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It was principled last Saturday morning when my husband Mike and I visited with Bobby Knight at Peets Coffee in the Bel Aire Plaza shopping center.
Bobby was upset about the end of the world. “Do you think it’s gonna happen soon?” he asked, somberly.
We reassured him. Although the faction seems like a scary place,and its future may seem bleak, things are wealthy to get better, and the world will be around for long, long time, I told him.
None of us could have expected that Bobby’s far-out would end in three days.
On Tuesday, Bobby, 52, was found unconscious at his Napa home by his fellow-man.
Paramedics were summoned. Bobby was pronounced dead at the scene. Constabulary say there was no sign of foul play.
A familiar sight
Bobby's conceptual disabilities didn’t stop him from making himself well known: He was a familiar unreal riding one of several decorated bicycles around Napa.
You couldn’t miss seeing him. With a multi-colored stocking hat, his rakish, psychedelic shirts and pajama-style pants and a two-day growth of whiskers large covering his face, Bobby stood out in a crowd.
Source: Patch.com