“Mom, why are you crying?” my daughter asked me.
“Because Bob Barker died,” I said through tears.
I didn’t know Bob. You probably didn’t either. But he showed up on our TV every weekday morning in the summer. As long as the antennas were set just so to get reception, of course. We only had three channels. Four on a good day, and the Price is Right was a staple in our home. So Bob and I became good friends.
I was a pro at guessing Tupperware prices, and I knew exactly how much a new range set was going for in the early 90s. Plinko was my favorite, and I was anxious every time that yodeler went over the edge.
I recorded an episode on my tape recorder once. I played it over and over, pretending to be a contestant on that show. He brought a little bit of showbiz to our farmhouse in Nebraska, and I dreamed about doing the same thing one day.
Bob connected the world during a simpler time. Before social media. Before we all got too busy to bond over a simple gameshow.
He passed away today at the age of 99. And I feel like another piece of my childhood left with him. We’ll miss you, Bob. Thanks for the memories. And don’t worry, my cat is neutered.