Bob is a dreamer. So was his father before him. Susan, his wife, has been his love and partner for forty-six years.
Bob’s dad was a coach and a school principal, and by the time Bob was twelve, they had lived in fourteen places, in three states. His mom was an alcoholic.
He collected baseball and football cards, but after seeing The Beatles on Ed Sullivan, he rushed out to buy drumsticks, and started a rock band.
Susan’s family owned a farm on the outskirts of Culbertson, right off Highway 6 and 34. The big red barn in back of the house could be seen from the road, and was a local landmark of sorts. She grew up in a loving family with four sisters and went to the same school from kindergarten to graduation. She studied hard, and played the organ in church.
Susan and Bob were born two months apart in the same Catholic hospital in McCook, Nebraska, but never met until they entered college on music scholarships, where they were in marching band together, hung out, and got married in the days of the Vietnam War.
Off they went, running into potholes, pitfalls, and dead ends.
They launched their plan of a lifetime in 2003, opening a restaurant and bar in the heart of Huskerland, Lincoln, Nebraska. Their place was decorated in Bob’s lifelong collection of Cornhusker memorabilia.
Even though he promised Susan the restaurant would be a huge success – it was a miserable failure.
Just a few years before, they had some two million in assets, but after closing the doors and draining the beer kegs, they left town with $500 in their pockets, and headed for colorful Colorado in a run-down vehicle pulling a worn-out trailer.
Shaking off the dust of defeat as they drove away, Susan mumbled, “I could never imagine sitting in Memorial Stadium watching a Nebraska football game ever again.”
Starting over at age fifty-five stinks.
“Serves us right for throwing a Million Dollar Party!”
Bob and Susan now reside in Parker, Colorado