My friend the bank robber...By Bob Simmons

I was just a young man doing the afternoon show on a Top 40 radio station in Springfield, Mass. My newsman’s name was Craig. He and I had first met a couple years earlier at the college radio station and we were good radio friends.

Craig was a bodybuilder, had a terrific voice and, I don’t mean this in a cruel way, but his elevator didn’t go all the way to the top.

Craig would often bring his drop d…