Bang the drum slowly…

Such a beautiful tribute. Cyber hugs to you, my blogging friend.

Barb Taub

Once upon a time (actually, it was February 23, 1952), a lovely girl named Genevieve married a handsome guy named Bob, even though he was a Republican. Despite epic spoon-flinging election year ‘discussions’ and a profound aversion to hugging, the next six decades produced ten children, nine sons-and-daughters-in law, twenty-nine grandchildren (plus assorted partners), and three great-grandchildren, and deeply affected the lives of many more.

Growing up on the south side of Chicago as one of eleven children, Bob absorbed several critical life lessons.

  • The Notre Dame fight song is an appropriate soundtrack for every important life event.
  • Mayors are named Daley, cities are run by machines, and clout means… well if you have to ask, you don’t have it.
  • Also, carry jumper cables. Always.

After a few detours for service in the Army Air Force during World War II, followed by an engineering degree (Notre Dame, of course), Bob…

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I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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