My blood ran cold when I saw the title of this thread. I started crying as soon as I saw the photo of Bobby behind the counter. That's two Koch brothers gone far too soon from bad hearts.
Their hearts were as big as Montana, though. Both Lou and Bobby would greet you with a big "Howya doin'" and a joke. Always genuinely happy to see you, always bantering with the customers, always handing out samples of cheese and deli meat to pass the time on the long line. After Lou died I couldn't bear to go in to Koch's Deli for a very long time, just because I knew how sad it would make me. When I finally gathered up the gumption to go back in, Bobby greeted me with a "Hi Katie. How ya' been? How's your mom?", as if no time had passed at all. They always remembered your name, no matter how long it had been since you'd been in, or how regular a customer you were.
Legions of customers will be devastated by this news. The tiny shop is literally wallpapered with letters from former Penn and Drexel students and former neighbors that never forgot Koch's, no matter how far away they moved, or how much time had passed. It's that kind of place.
Godspeed Bobby. You were one of a kind and will be sorely missed.
Katie M. LoebCheers!
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