I never met my uncle, well actually I did when I was born-- he held me. My parents said he loved me so much. My father knows stories about my uncle Bob but keeps them pretty close to his vest. I do know that the mafia killed him in '55 or '56 outside of Reno, California. There is no one left in our family that knows of him or what he was like. I would hate for his story to stop here and now.
Sincerely,
Cindie Eichner-- his niece.
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