Patrick Riley
Some of you likely remember the Robert O. Anderson family home, a moderately large two-story red brick structure on north Pennsylvania, Kentucky or nearby street. Frequently parked beside it was a 1950 yellow Chevrolet convertible.
That was Robert O's personal car, which he drove whenever he was in Roswell. He could obviously afford newer and better but that old Chevy was his vehicle of choice.
His son, Robert Bruce Anderson, and I both liked the same Roswell girl. I could take her to the movies; young Robert could and did take her by private jet to Hawaii and Aspen. This didn't end like the movies where the "po boy" prevails!
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