This my son, Bobby. Not Bob. Not Robert. Not Junior. Not even Chump. Just Bobby. That is what he wants to be called and that is what everyone calls him. He is my second son and by his own proclamation, the best looking of all of them. There is no conceit in his family. He has it all. However he does it in such a way, we never really know if he is serious or kidding when he tells the world how good looking he is. But if he is good looking on the outside, he is ten times more beautiful on the inside. This guy actually spends too much time making other people feel good or happy. Of course, that is not a bad thing. I think it is the core to his success in life today. Many girls have tried to climb this mountain but only Lisa has made it. She is the total love of his life and along with her son, Raymond, from a previous marriage and their newly born son, Jordan, (named after we all know who...), he is extremely happy with his family. He works very long and hard hours but walking in the door and picking up "Little Big Man" makes it all worth while.

I know we are supposed to love our kids all the same. They are all so different and independent of each other, I say it is just impossible. I truly love all my children but I love each one in my own separate way. Their personalities, actions, idiosyncrasies, and all things combined make each one unique. So I say I love each one in my own unique way. Bobby has given me so many wonderful memories. He has always been such a caring person about others. In his high school basketball days at Castle Park, he broke about seven of his older brother John's records. And John was one of those "all-everything" type players. Bobby would do things on the basketball court that just made everyone watching gasp with disbelief. He went on to play college ball at Southwestern Junior College in San Diego and Baker University in Baldwin City, Kansas. I think the best way to describe Bobby's playing abilities was said by his brother John while we were in the stands watching him play. John turned to me and said, "Dad, I am so proud that Bobby is my brother." I still get teary eyed and chills every time I think of that day.

On one hand I want to say he is the most caring of the kids but then I realized I have been blessed with FOUR children who each care dearly about each other. You have no idea how proud this makes me feel. Bobby is one of the people who likes to surprise you with things that he knows will brighten your day.

One of my most wonderful memories of Bobby what saying goodbye each time he had to go back to college after coming home for the Thanksgiving weekend. That first weekend we couldn't even look at each other without tears pouring out. Eventually he asked me not to go inside the airport with him while he waited for his flight. He said it was too emotional for him. How did I get so lucky to have him as one of my children. So many of my happy memories evolve around the maturation he has attainted today. With great pride I might add. There was always one thing he wanted to be when he grew up and he succeeded. I can honestly say Bobby, today you really are a "Macho, Macho Man..." Thank you for making me so happy, so many times. May you and your family continue to "Make Memories" that will bring smiles and tears of joy when you get to your Golden Years. I will love you well after the day I die. Thanks for contributing to MY Golden Memories. Dad.