In memory of my dad
Robert C Kniss Bob, to most. But also Bobby, Kniss Kid, Uncle Bob. Grandpa Bob. Dad. Born July 31, 1945, he would have turned 80 years old today. He knew every fishing hole on the Red Willow, and every dirt road in Morrill County. For as long as I can remember, he’d spend the better part of every day driving around in his pickup checking crops and checking on people. I suspect there are county road employees who didn’t put …
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