
January 5, 2018 Just
a Guy Named Bob
I received terrible
news this Thursday morning. Bob, one of my best friends from my college
years suddenly passed away. It's hard to find humor for my column today
so I apologize in advance if you were expecting the usual fun. Instead,
this issue is more about "passing on"--- passing on advice,
passing on memories and passing on to eternity.
Bob was my classmate
in my first freshman college class. We were on our road to becoming engineers.
From the outset he had that air of confidence and that dry sense of philosophical
humor. He was a smart kid with the numbers. But numbers were never my
friends so I changed majors and our social circles swirled in other directions.
Then when I transferred
to GWU in Washington DC, I saw this familiar face crossing the pedestrian
lane going the opposite direction. We both stared at each other in disbelief.
"Hey! Are you who I think you are?!?!" A little laugh, a nervous
tap on the back and that was it. We were acquaintances more than friends.
Again our "circles" did not mesh.
Several months
later, I had friends with guitars and voices and we started a band. Someone
mentioned he knew a guy who also played the guitar. In fact, this guy
won a town talent contest playing a classical guitar piece. Of course
it turned out to be Bob. From the day of our first practice together we
became best of friends. He even became a relative because he married my
cousin.
After college we
parted ways. History passed underneath the geographical bridges of our
lives. And it wasn't until a few years ago when I visited the East coast
to bury a mutual friend that I was able to spend quality time with him
in his home. He even lent me his car for as long as I needed it. We talked
about religion and politics and everything in between. To survive those
topics means we were really friends.
Last November he
was having difficulty keeping food inside his stomach. I talked to him
on the phone and he was despondent but he seemed to be getting better.
I told him when I got back from Nigeria that I would come and visit. But
around Christmas time they said he was getting better and there was no
longer any urgency to visit. I planned to go this month. So the news this
morning was shocking and devastating. I will be flying to the East coast
to pay my respects.
Unfinished conversations,
a warm touch on his shoulder, a joke left to share, a song yet to be sung
... who is the Bob in your life? Go! Call! It's the first week of a new
year. It's a good time to tell him you care.
So long Bob. So
long.
TGIF people!
Rules
for My Sons Contributed by
Tom of Pasadena, CA
[Not
a joke for the most part but good practical wisdom]
- Never shake a man's
hand sitting down.
- There are plenty
of ways to enter a pool. The stairs ain't one.
- The man at the
grill is the closest thing we have to a king.
- In a negotiation,
never make the first offer.
- Act like you've
been there before. Especially in the end zone.
- Request the late
check-out.
- When entrusted
with a secret, keep it.
- Hold your heroes
to a higher standard.
- Return a borrowed
car with a full tank of gas.
- Don't fill up on
bread.
- When shaking hands,
grip firmly and look him in the eye.
- Don't let a wishbone
grow where a backbone should be.
- If you need music
on the beach, you're missing the point.
- Carry two handkerchiefs.
The one in your back pocket is for you. The one in your breast pocket
is for her.
- You marry the girl,
you marry her whole family.
- Be like a duck.
Remain calm on the surface and paddle like crazy underneath.
- Experience the
serenity of traveling alone.
- Never be afraid
to ask out the best looking girl in the room.
- Never turn down
a breath mint.
- In a game of HORSE,
sometimes a simple free throw will get 'em.
- A sport coat is
worth 1000 words.
- Try writing your
own eulogy. Never stop revising.
- Thank a veteran.
And then make it up to him.
- If you want to
know what makes you unique, sit for a caricature.
- Eat lunch with
the new kid.
- After writing an
angry email, read it carefully. Then delete it.
- Ask your mom to
play. She won't let you win.
- See it on the big
screen.
- Give credit. Take
the blame.
- Write down your
dreams.
TGIF Videos

Lost
in the Fifties Sent by Tom of Pasadena, CA
Your life will
flash before you with this video if you were alive during the fifties.
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Parting
Shot Thanks
to Don of Kelowna, B.C. who provided these photos


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Comments
Anonymous
Wed, 02/07/2018 - 02:10
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RIP Bob
Hi Bro,
A very nice dedication to Bob. You two were obviously meant to be in each other’s lives. May he Rest In Peace.
Take care and thank you for sharing,
Rick, Chino Hills