"Now it's time to say goodbye to all our company..."

This running a blog thing has truly been a wild, beautiful ride. But increasingly I've come to feel like keeping it up is just really hard.

Not the subject matter. Never the subject matter. Bobby remains the passion of my heart, and I could consume material about him voraciously any day. Generating it, however, has proven more and more difficult to do as time goes on and I have less "official" content. I am left with more speculation and opinion, which some could argue is what a blog consists of, but is far more exhausting to churn out. 

Basically, I guess what I'm saying is, I've done the due diligence of a fan who discovered her muse in the mid-10's: I started a blog. I kept it up for nine years, but now, I just want to sit back and read what other people have to say -- particularly the younger set, who will carry this Bobby Driscoll fascination to the next level and hopefully on to yet another generation of fans. 

I've mostly made folks happy! Occasionally I've made them mad... But I've done my best to always represent Bobby respectfully, to give objective opinions regarding his life decisions, and to celebrate his strengths. I think these are things his fanbase, on the whole, strives to do too. He would be proud of those who choose to speak for him; I truly believe that.

So get out there and keep doing it! Keep your cheesy "Bobby" playlists. Watch your favorite movie/TV show over and over. Tell everybody you know about him. And if you want to do what I do every year, make a birthday cake in his honor on March 3rd. 

Before I go, I want to encourage you by saying, if you're considered a "fangirl" or "fanboy" of Bobby -- or anyone else -- own it. Don't feel you have to hide your adoration. I did that for the first several years after I learned of Bobby, and there's no point. The world happens to be a very forgiving place these days for those who fancy something more than just in passing. I think Bobby with his forward-thinking sensibilities would be  happy about that.. 

Thank you all for being my readership over these last nine years. Your support and comments have meant the world. Go out and make sure the world never forgets that boy from Iowa with big hazel eyes and a warm heart. ✨🌟

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

 Blogging is hard.

The reason I don't blog more often has nothing to do with my devotion to Bobby and everything to do with 1) making sure my grammar is decent enough for me to be taken seriously, 2) coming up with clever opening and poignant closing lines, and 3) fretting over content. 

No wonder the new social media driven world is pushing blogging out in favor of TikToks and Instagram accounts. For those, you can show instead of tell. So while I'm still over here telling, I'm also still putting off sitting down and doing this. But all things considered, I am actually proud of this blog and I'm honored to have devoted countless words to the memory of our Bobby. I'm just sorry to you guys for not being more present. 

Well, so lately I've been watching a few of the more recent Disney movies and thinking a lot about where Bobby would be and what he would be doing had he lived until now. I know I've mentioned this before in passing and made a couple of suppositions, but I actually want to spend a blog post thinking through what I wish would have happened from the very point he laid down on that cot to die all the way to nowadays--trying, as always, to stay in keeping with his character and personality. 

I share this as a tribute to both Bobby's recent birthday, and his death anniversary. I'm glad I'm at least doing something, because I've had alot taken out of me recently after having been treated for breast cancer which resulted in a bout of serious depression. Not only was all that awful for the usual reasons, but 1) for the first time, I didn't get Bobby's birthday cake baked on his birthday (a lovely "dark romance" cake this year - dark chocolate and raspberry), but I... and oh gosh, this bugged me more than anything... I forgot his death anniversary. That's right, folks, March 30th came and went and I was doing nothing but laid up in bed watching old episodes of Sister Wives. Ohhhh the sorrow when I came to my senses the next day! 

So here's my story! But please keep in mind a few things: 1) some parts, particularly the part where Bobby was saved from death, are a little impractical, but I did the best I could; 2) I'm not really mentioning his relatives in this as I'm not sure how those living would feel about a fictional account being written about them; and 3) anything I want to add will be stated at the end of the work. 

Hope you enjoy this, and please -- leave a comment telling me what you envision Bobby doing with a reinstated life! 

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If Bobby Driscoll lived past 1968, m a y b e... (disclaimer again: this is purely fiction!

Let's start this at a familiar place - the infamous cot where Bobby's life slipped away. I invite you for a moment to rewind the scene where the two little boys found him, to before he took his last breath. 

Bobby Driscoll was admitted to St. Vincent Catholic Medical Center (1) on charity after a friend came by to visit and found him lying unresponsive on a cot. He had suffered cardiac arrest and was mere hours away from death when heart surgery was performed to treat his blocked and hardened arteries (2). During his mandated week-long stay at the hospital, he went through a terrible period of detoxing from the substances he had still been using; after he made it to the other side, however, he saw the entire ordeal for what it was: a huge wake-up call. 

After his release from the hospital, Bobby was directed by the nuns to the Bowery Mission where he found a room to stay in and was provided the time to consider his next move. He didn't know much at this point other than that he wanted to contact his family when possible - especially his children - and he needed a job if he ever wanted money to rebuild his life and hopefully make it back home. Meanwhile, he made the acquaintance of some men who attended local Narcotics anonymous meetings, and they invited him along. 

Before he knew it, Bobby became deeply entrenched in the NA principles, using his underlined, dog-eared program book to help him keep his head straight. He took a good, if low-paying job on a construction crew as he regularly attended meetings and eventually was able to rent a room of his own as far away from all his old influences as possible. 

In 1969, Bob learned that his father was gravely ill, and he wanted to be sure to see him before his death. He puts all of his earnings together and manages to fly back home in time to say goodbye to the man who raised him. Afterward, he wasted no time in locating a new NA group to stay plugged into as he revisited the furniture-building factory he worked at a few years earlier. His superior recognized him as a guy who caused him a lot of trouble when he worked there years before. "Damn junkies." But he couldn't deny that Bob's work was always well build. Against his own prejudice, the man gave him another chance at employment. 

During this time, Bobby generally kept a low profile, using time away from work to visit his kids and create art. He still relished the art world, but knew the art scene before he left for New York, fueled by the Beatniks, was no longer a safe environment for him. Therefore he created his art mostly alone, moving from collages into abstract pastel pieces. He never became a famous artist, but was celebrated in certain circles. 

In 1972, Bobby was introduced by one of his NA buddies to the man's daughter, a mixed-race beauty named Vikki, age twenty-seven, who was a high school Typing teacher. Biracial couples were a newly accepted reality in California, but no one disapproved when Bobby and Vikki walked down the aisle a short time later. The couple settled in Santa Monica, but Bobby never forgot his beloved first wife and visited her often to check on her health. 

Once he was married, Bob felt more equipped to take on his children, who were by now entering their teen years. He regretted having missed so much of their lives prior, but after he'd returned from New York, the prospect of being a single father was daunting - particularly in a society where it was so rare. But as happy as he was when they were finally with him, he realized they needed to be provided for on a scale far above what he could do on a furniture builder and sometimes-artist salary. So in order to ensure that they could go to college, Bobby did something he swore he would never do - approach Roy Disney and ask if he could lend his services as a voice actor to one of the many animated productions the company was cranking out. The years since Walt's death were offbeat years for Disney, so Roy accepted the offer if it would bring in more revenue for audiences to hear a familiar voice. The days of studio contracts were over, so Bobby was paid per project. There was just one problem: he arranged all this before finding out if he could actually carry off voice acting. But he believed he could do it, and he did the work to make it happen. He called in a favor, and a retired voice acting coach took him on as a pupil. In no time at all, Bobby became proficient in various pitches, emotional delivery, and a couple of accents (he could only learn so much in these crash courses and he couldn't ace everything, could he?)

At first it started out small: he was given bit parts of side characters in Robin Hood, The Rescuers, and The Fox & the Hound. But it was enough work to help him build a sizable nest egg for his children - which was a good thing, because he and Vikki welcomed a baby of their own in 1975 - a little boy they named Declan in honor of Bobby's Irish roots.

Bobby's fanbase was never of exceptional size during his lifetime, but he always made sure his assistant sent those who wrote him an autographed print of one of his pastel works. The occasional interview would pop up, mostly to do with his childhood career, and he graciously accepted them in moderation. His interview style was relaxed and warm, and he gave honest, deeply insightful answers to any questions asked except for those to do with his family. He ditched his former young ambitions of being called "Robert Driscoll" and continued to go by "Bobby", simply because that was how people knew him. But in private, he was always still "Bob.' 

His pinnacle Disney achievement came when he accepted the lead, heavy makeup role in Rumpelstiltskin in 1993 (3), which was followed by months of intensive accent coaching. He later said he enjoyed the experience immensely and was honored to have been chosen, but it was time to officially leave Disney behind

Bobby enjoyed his retirement years and time spent with his children and grandchildren, working on his artistic pursuits and accepting speaking engagements on behalf of Narcotics Anonymous - which he devoted more and more of his time to as addiction in America reached its zenith.

In 2005, Vikki was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer's disease, and Bobby faithfully cared for her himself with the help if a couple of devoted nurses and family members. She quietly passed away in 2012.

For years, Bob had distanced himself as much from Peter Pan as possible, despite his re-involvement with Disney later on. He generally disliked the image it gave him of a "man-child", and it brought back memories of such a terrible time in his life. But when asked in 2016 if he would agree to participate in a documentary about the making of the movie alongside Kathryn Beaumont and a few others, he graciously did so.

For the cameras, he reflected on his role with both thoughtfulness and humor, regaling tales of the live-action modeling done for the film. He told of toppling off of the window prop when pulling Wendy's hand to go to Neverland with him, and ripping his all-too-thin tights in an embarrassing place. It resulted in a beautiful commentary after which Bobby issued a mischievous wink to the audience.

But when released on the DVD, audiences would see a final note on the screen: just shortly after filming, in 2017, Bobby lost a late-diagnosed battle with Non-Hodgkin's lymphoma and was now resting beside his love, Vikki.

For years to come, Bobby was remembered by fans as a sweet but plucky example of how a person can reach their very lowest point, and rise again. Bobby had continually advised his fans and loved ones to ask for help when it was needed, and to be wiling to stoop lower than they might be comfortable doing in order to turn things around. 

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Notes:

1) In my research I learned that this was a sort of charity hospital that would have been close in proximity to Bobby during this time period. 

2) In the 60s, before the requisite medication and stints were available, pretty much the only way hardened arteries were treated was by surgery. I’m not at all sure that a person would receive such high level care at a charity hospital, but let’s just go with it. 

3) I just felt I should make something up here, so as not to shove over any of the actual beloved Disney film actors. 

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So there we have it! I have to admit, it was great fun to write. And I did as much challenging as I could of Bobby's personality and values.

It goes without saying that we lost a lot when we lost Bobby... and most of all, he lost a lot. There's not a year that goes by that I don't think of this. But we will always have him in spirit... and we always have our wishes and dreams for him.

One more thing...

 I had a serious moment today when I came across a piece of art. This person rendered something that was complex, beautiful and heartbreaking all at once called The Death of Bobby Driscoll. And when you see it, I'm very sure you'll agree. 

I don't have permission to share it on here (couldn't ask, or even leave a comment because of login issues on deviantArt, grrr...), but I wanted to post the link and encourage you to go view it. The way the artist incorporated Bobby's life, good and bad, into his death nearly brought me to tears. What's more, the art style was eerily reminiscent of Bobby's own collage work. I think it's safe to say he would have greatly appreciated it for many reasons. 

Go. Look. Leave comments. I only wish I could, but it's "You must sign in to comment. Oh, you forgot your password? We'll send you a link." **Never does.** **Try to sign in with something else and that doesn't work due to reasons 1-16.** So if you do choose to comment (provided you have a deviantArt login or create one), please tell the artist I sent you and that I very much love this creation with all my heart. 

Happy [Un]Birthday to Bobby! (yeah, sorry...)

Okay Y'all. I totally missed Bobby's birthday by about two months and promised to cover an interview that I never made good on, but today's a new day and I'm doing it. 

I still absolutely love love love Bobby and will never get tired of talking about him. I just haven't been faithful to act on that love and blog lately because, well, chronic illness. It'll kick your kneecaps in, Folks. 

Without further ado, I present...

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**STARTED ON BOBBY'S ACTUAL BIRTHDAY. So I still get points**

Happy BB You Guys! If things had been different, he would have been 87 today...

But instead, he will forever be young and full of fresh promise to us. 

At any rate! I have a handful of things to touch on, so let me jump right in. 

Firstly, I had the opportunity a few weeks ago to talk to the sweet and beautiful Louise Kane! She was a friend and girlfriend of Bobby's during their teenage years in Pacific Palisades. 

When I first heard Louise's voice over the phone, I was struck by how vivacious and pleasant her tone was. I found myself surprised. And I'm not sure why, although as I've mentioned before, I work with mostly octogenarians at my assisted living, and therefore have come to expect that those of that age bracket are feeble and forgetful. But not so with Louise. She was a teacher for most of her life which may account for how well-spoken she was, but the moment I heard her, I knew she was going to be able to lend so much to our knowledge of Bobby from those pivotal years. 

Louise's dad (one Joe Kane) was a director who was most definitely a self-made man. I won't go into the details here (mostly because I didn't take good enough notes to), but suffice it to say I found her retelling of the events of his life to be pretty fascinating, and that was despite me having initially called just for Bobby. 

But now, down to business! Here are a few things I learned from Louise, presented to you in bullet points because it's took hard on my brain today to write it up in beautiful prose: 

• Bobby was just a really lovely person. Are we surprised? 
• He would often come to their house to not just see her, but to read books to her little sister. This tells me he was probably a good, expressive storyteller that kept her much-younger sister highly entertained. 
• There was a church the family was a part of in the Palisades area, a Presbyterian church lead by a Rev. Jane (pronounced Ju-NAY). Rev. Jane started a youth group mostly comprised of young men, some of whom had not-so-fantastic home lives and would otherwise have been into some pretty shady dealings. I had the thought that this might have been where Bobby fell in with some troubled guys who were already into the risky behaviors we now know he took part in. There would be a party every Sunday night at various homes. 
• The guys, who Louise made friends with, would come over to her home almost every Thursday night, have dinner (Louise always made a Betty Crocker cake!) and watch TV--she specifically mentioned Dragnet and I Love Lucy. 

(Isn't it all so delightfully 50's?) 

• They were friends for awhile before they began dating in time for Louise's senior prom. She claimed he was a doting boyfriend, recalling specifically the lovely earrings he purchased for her at one point. He was affectionate, loyal, and protective: once, while the pair of them were at a stoplight in Hollywood, a car of guys pulled up beside of them and Louise felt uncomfortable at the way they kept looking over at her and laughing. This, in turn, really made Bob angry.

(By the way, anyone else having a deja vu moment from another story about Bobby, another car load of laughing guys, another girl...?) 

• She and Bobby went on a lot of dates at jazz clubs. He was apparently a jazz fiend, and enjoyed going to a place she referred to as the Hague. Chet Baker was a favorite of his. 
• When it came to what happened between Bobby and Walt Disney, Louise says he really never talked about it other than the cursory mention that he'd been let go by the studio for his acne. She said what he dwelt on afterward was mostly just moving forward and getting new parts. I've noticed that it depends on the person as whether or not Bob talked much about his heartache over Disney...some people have said he masked his upset, others say he didn't. Of course, this is much like the way all of us are. We're more comfortable sharing certain things with certain people, and I would imagine that at this age, Bobby wanted to appear more like the tough, happy-go-lucky guy he probably wanted to be when with a girlfriend. So the fact that he didn't sit and shed tears over the matter with Louise makes sense to me.

• So here's another one of those "depends on who you talk to" things: Louise truly loved the Driscolls and felt that Bobby's parents were very loving and sweet to him, his mom being the farthest thing from a "momager" she could possibly be. I know we've all heard a very different story about that, so who knows, really? I've said this before, but I have a feeling the truth about Bobby's relationship with his parents lies somewhere in the middle. She was invited to dinner at his home on more than one occasion, and that's where I was given...

...brace yourselves...

Mrs. Driscoll's Chicken with Herbs recipe! I kid y'all not. This is where I wish I had one of those nifty "Jump to Recipe" features all the cooking blogs have, but you'll just have to scroll down yourselves for it. 

• Louise prefaced again that Bobby was just very loving. Her own father said he knew Bobby was a good guy, "because he loved both kids and dogs." 

This made my heart hurt a little. I have only ever felt like what Bobby wanted was just a good life with friends, family, and the chance to express himself artistically. It's painful to look back and see how all that was stolen from him by the addiction. 

• Now for any of you girls who may wonder if Bobby was really as dapper as he appears in his photos, let me assure you per Louise that he absolutely was. She said that no matter where they went, he was dressed nicely in a button-up shirt underneath a sweater, and what she called "loose pants", but explained as basically being the opposite of what the rebellious "greaser" guys wore. He always tried to look and smell nice, and was particular about his appearance. One adorable story she told was how he once left a shirt of his with her so she could sew a button back on it, and before giving it back to him, she brushed it with a little of her powder so it would smell like her. She laughed telling this story, saying "I don't know why I thought he would want to actually smell like me." 
• Lastly, I asked if he was self-conscious about his height. Louise said she wasn't sure because he never said that in so many words, but that once he commented on the fact that she was taller than he was. After having heard a number of people say that Bobby would make remarks every so often about his height, I've come to my own conclusion that he was likely very bothered by it. 

And so, for now, that concludes the things I learned! However, Louise was awesome enough to say that she would be open to talking again if I had more questions. So you know what that means... 

I'm opening up the floor for any of you to send me your questions to ask her! Y'all may think of some that I didn't. Just remember, Louise was really only familiar with him during their teenage years, and doesn't have a lot of knowledge of what he was up to outside that. 

Okay, so Mrs. Driscoll's chicken recipe! I'd really love to know if this is Louise's handwriting or Mrs. Driscoll's...

So let me just say, I made this already. And, rather than it being just some random basic chicken recipe, it's SUPER good--this coming from a person who's kind of funny about chicken. The coating is what truly makes it. My advice though is to use breast tenderloins. You won't have to bake it anywhere near an hour. It took more like between 20-30 minutes. Just be aware that you can definitely taste the rosemary, for those of you who don't like that. 

And this is where I will leave you today. Good news, though! I have a whole new list of stuff to blog about now, and am armed to the teeth with more determination than ever to jump back in life and DO THE THINGS. Which, of course, includes blogging. So hopefully I'll be back soon with another post. Meanwhile, please comment and tell me what you would like to find out from Louise about Bobby! 

Fresh Pictures of our Dapper Darling

 Well imagine my delightful surprise when, in the midst of scrolling Facebook in my bed and having dropped the phone on my face multiple times while falling asleep...

I decide to check my email one more time before bed. 

And behold: permission from Louise Kane, one of Bobby's high school friends/girlfriends, for the website owner and I to use some old photos of him that were taken years ago. 

As you can well imagine, I jumped up off my bed and made a cup of coffee at 12:03am. This resulting post has been fueled by caffeine and inspiration. 

So without further ado, let's look at the first one. 

This was apparently taken at a wedding Bobby attended. We don't know what year, but I would place him at around 17-19 years old here. What stood out to me most--and probably will to you, too--is his cheeky stance. Where all the other men in the picture have their hands folded properly in front of them, Bobby's over here with his hands crammed into his pockets, tilting his head to gaze into the camera. I believe this showcases Bobby's fun personality brilliantly. 

Next up! Prom of either '54 or '55. 

That big smile, plus the presence of Louise's family members (presumably her dad and little sister), and the brilliant
blue of her oh-so-fifties (in a good way) dress just brings the entire scenario even more to life. I love how, this time around, Bobby has his hands "properly" folded in the manner of the time. I cannot imagine what a dreamy date he would have made for a girl. 

Okay, and now, my favorite: 

This was taken at Louise's house over Christmas, and I love it more than words could say. Here we have Bobby in a blue sweater looking eagerly at something someone either just opened or is about to open. He sits with one arm around Louise and the other around her little sister who sits on his lap. Side note, she's holding a copy of Charlotte's Web, which I thought in error hadn't been written yet, I guess due to its popularity when I myself was a kid. It seemed like more of a 70s/80s book to me, but sure enough, it's been around for a good long time. I wonder if Bobby himself bought the book for her? Or did she simply receive it that day and was still carrying it around? 

There was so, so much to this man that we will never know. I'm grateful beyond words to Louise for sharing some of her pictures with us, and also for her agreement to do an interview, which I'm working out the details of! It's a rare opportunity we may not have again to hear a story about Bobby from a primary source. 

I imagine being young as they were, and sitting or standing close to him. Did he smell of aftershave, cologne? Was he physically affectionate, holding your hand or keeping his arm around you? Did he open car doors for girls? How flirtatious was he? And, I have to admit wondering, did he ever pressure his dates to kiss him or to "go too far"? These aren't really the kinds of questions I would ask Louise, because they would be kind of personal to her. But they live rent-free in my mind. 

What are some things you wonder about Bobby's dating years? And which one of these pictures is your favorite? 

I want to again thank "Judy" (she's funny about her real name getting out there) of BobbyDriscoll.com for constantly feeding me new material. I can honestly say I would have very little in the way of new pictures without her. She is steadfast in chasing new leads, talking to relevant people, and securing rare material about Bobby, and I cannot appreciate her enough. It is she who is probaby doing the very most to keep his memory alive. 

Signing off for now! But please: comment comment comment! 

Explanation/Thought Sharing #1

So!

YES, a new Bobby pic, thanks to my girl over at www.bobbydriscoll.com. I am actually thinking these two pics were taken at the same time during the same interview! What do y'all think?

Anyway, to explain my salty remarks in the previous post...

I've always been one of "those" people that I'm sure can be slightly annoying with how accommodating they always are. Being a nice southern gal, I've done this whole "Thanks for tolerating my existence!" and "Am I in your way?! Oh I'm sorry, I'll go shoot myself now. You go ahead, you're more important! And by the way, totally out of line for me to have my own opinion" thing for so long as I can remember. And when I started blogging, I just assumed people would always be kind and respectful and let me know in a calm and cool way if I upset or offended them in some way. 

Well, not so much, Folks. 

I'm coming to learn that you can't just be nice and necessarily expect other people to be nice too. Sometimes you have to stand up for yourself and point out something you feel is unfair. And it's frustrating. I've had to learn in the past year, actually, the very same lesson at my job. So I was a little put out by a comment someone made/action they took just because of an opinion I held. Hence my comments. I want to be completely honest here without disrespecting anyone in Bobby's family, but about six years ago I was raked over the coals by one of his relatives who lashed out in a serious kind of way after I asked a simple question I didn't feel was out of line, and let me tell you, I cried for DAYS. This also happened right before my New York trip to visit his grave, and it almost entirely ruined it. So, siiiigghhh, this whole "don't take it personally" thing has been a work in progress for years. Occasionally I just snap.

Okay, onto other things. 

Guys, please know I still love Bobby like a fool, and I still want to blog. I think it's just that lately, not only have other aspects of life crowded in like they're wont to do, this space is starting to feel a little irrelevant in light of the Bobby social media accounts we now have. They do a whole heck of a better job of conveying admiration and appreciation for Bobby through that medium than I could ever do here. And I'm glad for them. They're very much a great way to pull Gen Z into the fandom. But I'm a tired old millennial, and I have tired old millennial ways I guess. So if you still stick with this blog, believe me, I appreciate it and thank you!

So the first thing I want to say is, we FINALLY have access to the Trackdown "Blind Alley" episode on YouTube! Go to the Bobby Driscoll Archive, and you'll find it there. It was a pretty good role, even though Bobby didn't have as many lines as I wish he did. And don't get me started on how dang much I was hoping for an onscreen kiss between him and his romantic lead at the end. But no. A stupid, chaste hug. 😉😉😉

Haha, but kind of expected in light of the times for television. So in trying to think of good things to blog about next, I came to the decision that I would share my Bobby journals. Well, parts of them. And if you're judging, go ahead with it, 'cause yes I have journals I've kept through the years of Bobby info and letters I would have sent to him and no I'm not gonna feel like a complete idiot over it. Or, okay, I often do, but I shouldn't. It's just my jam. Anyway, I do this in order to maybe stimulate some thoughts and conversation from other fans! As in, what of this do you relate to? What did you not know about him fact-wise? Do you have more to add to my lists? I began this, by the way, at the height of the bullet journaling craze, so lots and lots of lists.

This was my first journal, started in 2016 and finished the very next year. Y'all, holy cow. And now let me tell you, it's not exactly the style I would have picked for a Bobby Driscoll journal, but it was a journal I'd bought recently on the Cato's clearance rack. So it kind of had to do. 

When you open this up--and let me go ahead and say, some of this material I copied over into my very earliest blog entries, so it may be familiar to some of you who have followed me for a long time. For instance, you've probably seen this silhouette I custom ordered on Etsy back in the day. Across from it I pasted a scrapbook paper passage (say that five times fast). Just showing a little creativity here, which is nothing stellar, but has been a big outlet for me to express my feelings about Bobby. 

The next page contains a cutting from a Krispy Kreme coffee cup stating the year of Bobby's birth as the year it was founded, and just a comment about his endearing appearance. BUT. Notice I referred to his eyes as being light brown, though I have since learned they were green--my favorite eye shade. 

The next thing I wrote contained some personal feelings about the song that was chart-topping then by Ruth B., "Lost Boy." Some people found the song super sappy, and while I do kind of find the romanticizing of the Peter Pan story mystifying (despite it being one of my own very favorite tales), I loved the melody and the first verse. Because the first few lyrics reminded me so much of Bobby himself, and how I can see him responding to a lonely girl versus how the character of Peter Pan would. PP was, after all, a narcissistic figure who seemed to either not possess the ability or was too young to love. But Bobby, by all accounts, had just about enough love for everybody, particularly underdogs. 

There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the Moon
And even, sometimes, he would go away, too

Then one night, as I closed my eyes
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for a while
He said, "Peter Pan, that's what they call me
I promise that you'll never be lonely"

Who remembers this song? Does anyone echo my thoughts about it, or feel differently? 

I'm going to try to make journal content a whole series, so stay tune for my next "installment"! 

A Reminder and Disclaimer. Again.

 All right. Lord help us. The internet is full of all the things, Folks.

Please let me remind all you that this is a blog. What is that, exactly? It's a place to post info, but also for me to give some of my own thoughts and feelings about them. Those of you who know my writing style know the way in which I separate conjecture from fact.

For those of you who have trouble understanding, let me assure you I mean no offense or dishonor to anyone from the past. If my opinion of them makes you unhappy, then do remember it is just that -- my opinion. It is not personal, and I could very well just be misinformed. 

So don't be nasty.

Right?

Right! SO!

Here's us a little Bobby to sweeten the pot. This screencapture is courtesy of Juli over at f0rbobby on Instagram.

And it perfectly fits the bewildered expression that I was wearing moments ago when I opened by Inbox...