I was not a Bobby Sherman fan, and there was a divide about him. Teenage girls mostly loved him. The majority of teenage boys couldn't stand him.
I was one of the latter back then.
But it's incredible what stays with you. When I was a kid, I remember going to the CNE with a school friend of mine. We were walking down the Midway, discussing who was playing at the Grandstand that night. I've long forgotten who that was, but I remember saying something like, "As long it's not that horrible Bobby Sherman," and I sneered the name in disgust.
At which point three teenage girls I've never seen before or since and that I hadn't even noticed were walking in front of us suddenly turned around and glared at me as if I'd just insulted God Himself.
We just kept going. But I'll never forget those if-looks-could-kill stares.
Sadly, that's what I still think of when I hear the name Bobby Sherman. But I'm sad to hear he's gone.