Who fed your bike addiction, who criticized your writing without giving you specific comments, who revealed your lummox-ism to anyone who would listen, who saw through your tough guy persona.
Jeez, we’re all worse for not having him around. We’re all gonna die, and his silenced voice is a reminder.
This story makes me wanna bike. It also makes me want to have a friend as good and as true as Bob.
Who fed your bike addiction, who criticized your writing without giving you specific comments, who revealed your lummox-ism to anyone who would listen, who saw through your tough guy persona.
Jeez, we’re all worse for not having him around. We’re all gonna die, and his silenced voice is a reminder.
He was good.
I can’t figure out why you loved wack job so much - who showed up for predawn torture sessions, who spent good money on bikes,
So sorry for your loss, Mike. How lucky you were to have each other.
Mike,
Thanks for sharing your best friend, Bob with readers of The Wave. Sorry for a your loss , but glad you and Bob found each other…
Really great read about a couple of “wary bears”. What a story about a deep friendship but also a metaphor for life.