My Bob

For some reason my mother has always referred to Bob as my Bob, like “What are you and your Bob doing today?”  Somehow it has stuck.  I guess after 25 years of marriage, he is most assuredly my Bob.   I love this picture of him, sitting around a campfire in Mammoth.  Tell me this guy doesn’t have a few stories to tell…

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