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When I was a little girl, Bobby Nilon kept a horse named "Sheba" at a stable behind our house. This was not way out in the country somewhere, but in Ridley Park. Seeing a horse was not a common occurrence, to say the least. But a few times a week, if I was sitting on my front stoop at the right time, I'd see Bobby walking Sheba across the street and toward his house on Hinckley Ave. When I shared this story with Bobby's sister, Reene, not that long ago, she told me that Bobby would bring Sheba home and put him in the garage! I remember how Bobby was just so cool, but as cool as he was, he always stopped and let this little, nagging kid pet his horse before he clip-clopped up Tome Street toward his home.
I also know he helped a lot of people at House of Hope. He left the world a better place than he found it. May he be at peace. I envision him riding a Palomino somewhere at full gallop.
Julia King
<Julia_King@computerworld.com>
Wednesday, February 04, 2009 at 17:39 (EDT)
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