I am a facteur d’orges,
and Master of None of the above.
My wife bought this book to show to our Granddaughters. I believe she thought it might suggest something about who their Grampa is.
It’s not my all time favorite book, but Snowman Bob is a good friend and I couldn’t ask to be more than that.
I feel a bit peculiar being a Bob. I’ve had the impression that it’s not as popular a name as it was in the 40’s and I guess that pegs me as a baby boomer which, come to think of it I am. I often think of Bill Murry tied to the mast of a sailboat gleefully shouting “I’m sailing! I’m sailing”. I find it disturbing to think that I’m an awful lot like that. But I’m learning that you are what you are and there’s no point in trying to be something else. Whenever I look backwards or see someone else looking backwards, I hear Marlon Brando as Terry Malloy in On the Waterfront saying “I could’ve been a contender. I could’ve been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am.” I feel sad for anyone who has that much regret for his life. Any one of us “could’ve been somebody”, could have done things differently. But I in my seventh decade am glad to be alive, am glad to be Bob, have no regrets for even the most foolish things I’ve done (and there are lots of them), and am looking forward to being the best Bob I can be whatever that may mean.