By Bob Hill It was just past 8 pm on a Tuesday when I received word that my grandmother was dying. She had been in a coma for several hours, and her vital signs were fading. Last Rites had already been … Read More
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Moving On: Bob Barker (& The Legend of Tin Can Alley)
By Bob Hill And so it came to pass, somewhere in the deep weeds of August, 1992, that I began working nights along Surfside Pier. I agreed to take the job because I needed the money, and my buddy Mike needed … Read More
Moving On: Wild Bobby’s Circus Story
By Bob Hill I was working the microphone of an eight-player race game located on the corner of 24th and the Boardwalk. I was living in a one-bedroom apartment less than two blocks away. My roommates were a pair of potheads named … Read More