Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
bluebird of bitterness 
That was amazing. Thanks.
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Roll over, Beethoven! I’ll be Bach!
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Thanks for the cultural moment, Bob. That was beautiful and restful. I grew up with classical music playing throughout the house. (Dad put speakers in every room.) It’s still my favorite genre!
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You were lucky. I never heard classical music as a child, except in cartoon soundtracks and occasionally in commercials. (To this day I can’t hear the 1812 Overture without hearing the Quaker Oats commercial in my head.) I discovered classical music when I was in my teens, and my life was never the same afterwards. It felt like discovering a whole new world.
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You might appreciate this story (I hope I haven’t shared it here before!): When my brother and I were growing up and the music of Brahms, Mozart, and others wafted through our house, Dad would often ask, “Who composed this piece?” We rarely knew. Fast forward fifty-plus years. Dad was in a nursing home; my brother would often play classical music for him when we’d visit. One time, J. chose Grieg’s Piano Concerto #1. “Dad! I know this one!” I enthused, and proceeded to tell him. With perfect timing and a twinkle in his eye, he mischievously asked, “What key?” (Dad not only knew his classical composers, he was a master of the quip as well!)
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nice
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