This column is in the top five of your best ones, Bob. Maybe even the top three. Your words took me back 22 years to when I dropped my daughter off at college. Seems like yesterday. Yes, I’m crying. Thank you for your beautiful, heartfelt writing!
Beautiful, Bob. I've been wondering for 50 years or more (I guess 57 years, but I've lived in Davis for just 56 of them, so I have no recollection of that first year) why you've been writing for a small town, now defunct, newspaper. This lovely piece makes me wonder all over again.
I loved this column, too, Bob. But something you wrote really hit me: you can't cry if you don't love. All of a sudden, a thought of Donald Trump occurred, and I realized that our President is handicapped because he can't love. And that pretty much explains his life and his actions.
From a "Daddy's Girl": Your's and her relationship is more special than mine and my DaddyO's was ... because you were a "Daddy-mom" ... a one-of-a-kind role that you pulled off in an admirable fashion, my friend. I watched my own father assume the same role with my nephew, then fourteen. What an amazing survival technique of the heart, that was.
I loved this column…very moving. I am sorry I missed the event at St. James where you were master of ceremonies. I am not sure what mass you usually attend, but often I am the piano accompanist at 8:00 am mass. Come say “Hi” sometime. All the best.
This column is in the top five of your best ones, Bob. Maybe even the top three. Your words took me back 22 years to when I dropped my daughter off at college. Seems like yesterday. Yes, I’m crying. Thank you for your beautiful, heartfelt writing!
Beautiful, Bob. I've been wondering for 50 years or more (I guess 57 years, but I've lived in Davis for just 56 of them, so I have no recollection of that first year) why you've been writing for a small town, now defunct, newspaper. This lovely piece makes me wonder all over again.
He rivals the famous Herb Cain😁
I loved this column, too, Bob. But something you wrote really hit me: you can't cry if you don't love. All of a sudden, a thought of Donald Trump occurred, and I realized that our President is handicapped because he can't love. And that pretty much explains his life and his actions.
Damn Bob, that was wonderful 😊
From a "Daddy's Girl": Your's and her relationship is more special than mine and my DaddyO's was ... because you were a "Daddy-mom" ... a one-of-a-kind role that you pulled off in an admirable fashion, my friend. I watched my own father assume the same role with my nephew, then fourteen. What an amazing survival technique of the heart, that was.
I never would have thought that a column about Colusa could warm my heart so much.
Your columns are always a breath of fresh air and love, Bob...Welcome during these trying times.🥰
As I wipe away the tears …. So heartfelt Bob
Colusa is one of those California small cities that I routinely forget where it is and how to get there.
I loved this column…very moving. I am sorry I missed the event at St. James where you were master of ceremonies. I am not sure what mass you usually attend, but often I am the piano accompanist at 8:00 am mass. Come say “Hi” sometime. All the best.
I agree - wonderful column!
No doubt, Bob, you will put smiles on their faces as you do here! Wow em!
Great one Bob.
I'm a father with two daughters. I know what you're talking about.
A trite expression comes to mind: "Been there, done that."
Not exactly the same, but definitely the same in spirit.