I'm stunned. I thought the old rascal would live forever.
I only spent three years with him at BOB, but they were tremendously lively years. From riding the BOB bus to Penn State and back, to never EVER knowing what would come out of his mouth next, it was a fantastic ride.
I remember our first St. Jude Radiothon, where I agreed to shave my head if we raised over $100,000. Never one to be shown up, Tod sat down next to me and had his dome shaved at the same time.
Then there was the "Great Bear Debacle." Seems a black bear had come down from Blue Mountain and was roaming neighborhoods in the area. We got a call that the bear was walking in the median of I-81 right in front of the station. Tod and I ran out with our cell phones and started broadcasting back to Nancy about the cute little bear in the median, thinking the Game Commission would come get him and release him back into the wild. All was well until a state trooper shot Gentle Ben right in front of us. Tod yelled live on the air, "They just shot the damn thing!" How were we supposed to know the thing had been hurt? The fallout made the local TV news, and the state police were none too happy with us.
The best times.
And those damn birds. Mikey was the best friend a guy like Tod could have.
Rest easy old friend. Thanks for our too-short time together.