And all that could have been
As the semester comes to a close, there are many things that could have filled this space.
There are still plenty of possibilities. There could be a long rant on why the gods of newspaper furrowed their brows at The Commonwealth Times’ last issue.
There could be a long tale of why 4:30 a.m. is far too late to be leaving work.
But there will be none of that. There will be humor and comedy and Peeps.
Peeps are wonderful little creatures of marshmallow goodness that adorn the aisles of our stores around Easter then go back to hibernating all year.
But enough about peeps, they’ve already gotten a link and a cake in this issue.
THANK YOU
I want to thank everyone who has contributed, read, enjoyed, hated and thought about Bob.
I would like to thank you all for giving me the opportunity to keep writing and entertaining or at least doing my best.
I know some days are better than others and sometimes I feel like I am not living up to what Bob is and who Bob should be.
But sooner or later, I will finish this cursed book! Then I will have more time to write and investigate.
I would like to thank the members of the Arctic Palace and Jimmy Boombada. They’ve kept me afloat when I had lost hope.
I’d also like to thank the rest of you who have written in. You are too numerous to list here, as my space grows short, but I thank each and every one of you.
Without you, there is no Bob…