Thursday, September 22, 2016


I like to remember. I choose to live in the good moments despite the bad things that may have happened. Too often we replay the bad for how they hurt us and just dispose of the good that made us feel great. Some of your best memories of life will be celebrated with people you cared for at that moment. Some few moments will be celebrated on your own. Some things are like that. A win you celebrate as your heart is exploding with happiness and the hair on your arms stands up off the skin that feels electric. With so many negative things piercing our airwaves, it is so important to remember there is so much good out there.....the good the news and media will never report. That doesn't make people go "Oh my God!" doesn't sell enough papers I guess. I remember you. I remember watching you sleep. I remember the first time I saw you. I remember letting you in my arms. I remember changing your diaper. I remember feeding you. I remember watching you trying to recover. I remember when there was nothing left...and I remember letting you go. I remember watching you get in your car. I remember you getting out. I remember you coming through my door...I remember leaving through yours. I remember. I remember the moment I kissed your head in the hospital as the heart monitor and machines kept you alive. I remember watching you run straight into the end of a metal corner and piercing your rib cage....blood time to had to be saved. I remember. I remember protecting you from evil. I remember seeing evil coming at me and seeing it come at you. I remember those nights I thought would last forever...and I remember the mornings I never wanted to see...and the regret that came along with them. I remember the beach in Rio, the snow in Banff in Calgary, the beaches of Cancun, the water of Newport, looking down the hills to Manhattan Beach, the crazy of Venice Beach, and the Cali Love. I remember Piccadilly Square and the lights. I remember the models in the basement. I remember the Underground in Chicago and the late nights on the balcony. I remember swimming with the sharks and the wonder of the ocean....the color. I remember you. I remember DC...and the monuments...and so many lives lost to preserve so many of the lives left...and freedom for a country so young. I wake up with memories and go to sleep thinking what I will create next. I want them to be good. I want your memories to be good. Your time here is so short...we are but a speck in the universe...maybe half that. Let's make they.....can remember us.....

Be safe out there. Bob.
Perhaps one day this too will be pleasant to remember. - Virgil

Friday, July 22, 2016


Twelve months from now I hope we are in a better place. I hope we have made progress on so many painful things that are happening around us. In twelve months I hope people can safely parade along a street to celebrate something. I hope that people can sit in joy at a coffee shop without fear of being attacked. I hope people of any race can drive without fear of them being hassled. I guess I hope we respect each other enough to see through color and bias and really focus on character. Twelve months from now I hope I can look back on now and smile at how far I have come and look back on my experiences with less pain and more progress. I hope.

Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present. – Marcus Aurelius

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

go on

Trying to understand the misunderstood is often difficult, especially in times of tragedy. I keep reading about the stories of heroism and love during the Orlando massacre; both tragic and amazing on both sides of people helping, people surviving, people trying to survive as people. We’ve all been mad at times, sometimes too mad to even deal with other people, but what makes you go so far as to end someone’s life. What gives you that right? What gives you that right to play The Almighty? Who do you think you are? People around the shooter must’ve seen signs. They must’ve seen something. From all accounts, he was a confused and angry man. I do not pity him in the least bit. There are lots of confused and angry people out there that find more constructive ways to deal with life and their emotions. It’s a sad time in The States. Like in Paris, Brussels, South Africa, and the Middle East….no death is more or less valuable than the other. The loss of a child to parents is no different in my country than it is your country. Loss is loss. Death is death. The feeling ripples to the core of the human soul. Right now is the tough time. The in-between. The waiting. Who or where it will happen next? Is that what they want? For us to live in a state of fear? As a planet, we have to come together and get over our trivial disagreements for the ability to sustain life to be possible.

You don't get to choose how you're going to die, or when. You can decide how you're going to live now. – Joan Baez

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

I miss you my friend.

If you miss someone who can still hear you, tell them. You will feel a lot better about yourself after you do. I didn't get that chance.....and regret it every day. Someone out there misses you....

The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making. – Lillian Smith