A Eulogy by Toni Kief
The four of us have been talking about our memories this week, and I notice that home is wrapped around Bob Kief. Delray Street in Pekin, Illinois was the childhood everyone kid deserves. The house was small, but there was plenty of noise and just enough room. Neighborhood kids played American Bat Ball in the street running from passing cars. All knowing the man with the banjo and a monkey on his head watched over us and he would often play right along with the gang. We have celebrated the good fortune to have lived in a time and place when there was a community of parents watching each child, keeping us safe and making us fly right.
As the children of a firefighter, we belong to an even more elite group. Life was more than the challenge of racing our father to the telephone…
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