Lately I have been hanging out with my pal Bob Glaze, a name which probably does not ring a bell, until I throw in the extra added attraction: Bob Glaze, also known as Cowboy Bob, longtime host of “Cowboy Bob’s Corral” on WTTV-Channel 4.
For a large segment of the central Indiana population, Cowboy Bob was The Man in the ’70s. Talk about must-see TV: Get yourself a tray, have Mom set it up with a PBJ and a glass of milk, warm up the Zenith and get set for big noontime kid fun.
Bob, whether in his civilian guise or his Cowboy Bob persona, is a hoot. Then again, you should expect no less from a man who spent much of his career with a biscuit for a sidekick. OK, maybe you had to be there. Anyway, it’s nice to report he is essentially the same guy he was when he was telling the kids to take their naps after the show was over.
Now, I was too old (and lived too far away) to be a kidhood Cowboy Bob fan. During the time I did live in Indianapolis as a kid, I was a Harlow Hickenlooper (Channel 6) and Bill Jackson (Channel 13) guy, while my brother was getting all moony nursing a mad crush on Janie (Channel 4 again).
And this gets me to what Bob and I invariably end up talking about – something I call the death of local.