Who is Bob Riley

Robert Renfroe Riley (born October 3, 1944) is an American politician and a member of the Republican Party who served as the 52nd governor of Alabama from 2003 to 2011.

Early life, education and early career

Riley was born in Ashland, Alabama, a small town in Clay County where his family ranched and farmed for six generations. Riley attended the University of Alabama, where he was a brother of Phi Kappa Sigma fraternity and graduated with a degree in business administration. Prior to being elected to the U.S. House in 1996, Riley had led a number of businesses. He owned a car dealership and trucking company, and had also been a cattleman and commercial and residential realtor.

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Madkenney: draymond green said bob myers came down and told him: "listen. alright, you proved your point. you may have been right but if you stay that way, guys are going to follow you. if you turn it around right now and get back in the huddle, guys will follow that."
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Haejln: hard times don’t create heroes. it is during the hard times when the ‘hero’ within us is revealed. – bob riley
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The Tryst
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Impelled by memory in a wayward mood,
Reluctant, yearning, with a faithless mind,
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Whose tides were swirling up the reedy sands,
Or floating noiseless in the yellow marsh.
My way was wild. The winds, awaking, smote
My face, but as I passed a ruined wall
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