Gave me a career

I first knew Bob Frisk when I was 16. I did a little volunteering in the office at the suggestion of my English teacher, Mr. Jack Martin. The sports department at 217 E. Campbell was on the first floor near the side door.

I was incredibly lucky to catch on there at 19, in 1966, as a summer intern. Bob was desperate. A sports staffer had just quit before I asked. The other two, Bob and Ken Knox, were scheduled for much-needed vacations soon. But at least he knew me. Bob's time out was for the birth of his daughter, Susan, in July.

For me, that led to a 45-year journalism career that probably wouldn't have happened without Bob. Bob was like a second father and big brother, which I never had.

I was a journeyman, hopscotching around, and have a long list of former bosses. Anyone want to talk horrible bosses? I had some doozies. None could carry the clipboard Bob used along the sidelines to cover Arlington football in the early '60s.

Larry Everhart

Lakeland, Florida