The first time I met Bob Zager was on July 4, 1995. His brother, Billy, was in charge of the grill, and his sister, Betty, was in charge of everything else, except banana pudding. His niece, LaVelle, was always in charge of making the banana pudding
After we ate the wonderful meal Mr. Zager pulled out an accordion and played and sang hymns. He had a beautiful voice, so does his sister Betty.
Every time I saw him, after that first time, if I called him Mr. Zager he would say, you need to call me Bob or Bobby. We are all God’s children, so that means we are related. It remains one of the kindest things a fellow child of God has ever said to me.