We first bumped into Bob in 2007. It was a sweltering July night and we were part of a restless crowd at Sons of Hermann Hall waiting for the next act to come on. Our group was hot and irritated. Suddenly, out of the darkness appeared this strange little man in an orange shirt and blue fedora playing a keyboard. He stood right in front of us, dancing, grinning, and playing — sort of — for more than 30 minutes. Without a word, Bob changed our mood, getting the whole gang into it. We all took pictures, high-fived Bob, and talked about him all the way home. On that night, Bob stole the show. Check out director Chris Wiegand’s mini-profile of Bob here.