the magical world of bobzyeruncle

My old pal and wedding party alumni bobzyeruncle was in town from London last week. Bob carries an aura about him. He sprinkles pixie dust on the evening. When he was living in the city and I would get together with him, I would always end up meeting someone new or doing something I hadn’t done before or seeing someone I haven’t seen in a long time. He has a way of drawing people together. He can take a nothing day, and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile.

To report what we did isn’t all that impressive on paper. We met for drinks. That’s it. It was a small group and I had such a nice time. Mrs. Wife and I visited London in September and I hadn’t seen him since then so we caught up on news and views. He has a new fancy hair-doo. Nurse H was there, as was a friend of his who I know just slightly and someone else whom I had never met. The chemistry was nice and the conversation was easy.

That’s the way it’s always been with Bobzeruncle. If it weren’t for him I never would have started a blog (which has become my favorite hobby of all time). So you can blame him for this pit of grammatical mishaps. I doubt Mrs. Wife and I would ever have attended a drag show (and we’ve seen more than one!). We never would have met L, who I like quite a lot. They’ve been together for 17 years and can teach the “sanctity of marriage” crowd a thing or two about longevity. L is about to run for the sake of gorillas and would appreciate your support. We wouldn’t have traveled to London on those few occasions. If you’ve got a Bobzyeruncle in your life, then you’re one of the lucky ones.

6 thoughts on “the magical world of bobzyeruncle

  1. he does have pixie dust… when i dragged my elder-sprog to NYC to visit the university, he managed to make Manhattan feel like a small town… did the same for me in London. oh, and he can even do it over the interwebs – met you via bobzyeruncle… small imaginary world, innit? he’s my blogdaddy, so that makes you my blogbro? kinky…

  2. “I wonder if anyone else picked up on that?”I did. But oddly, I always thought of myself a Rhoda more than a Mary. Lately perhaps a bit Phyllis.God, I’m old.I asked a kid in my class the other day how old his dad was and he’s a decade younger than me. Bobzyergrandpa.

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