Bob

Quick, what do you get when you go to Wisconsin camping at the last minute and you end up at a campground outside of Green Bay? You get Bob. How to best describe Bob. Bob was the owner of the campground I stayed at a couple of weeks ago, he once dated a girl from Ladue, his sister is a judge (I got the feeling he didn't like her too well), and he may have experimented with drugs in the past. The group I was camping with was able to lure Bob out of his campground chores with Bud with Lime, and we got to hear Bob's life story. It turns out the campground we were on was once a field and mill complex. Bob was a little bit out of it by this time as we were all sitting by the fire on wet ground since it had just stopped raining. He somewhat reminded me of Norm MacDonald, only blond with a Wisconsin accent. I think our camping group made a lifelong friend with Bob, as he also gave us free firewood while he was talking down his sister.