I definitely would have liked to have spent more time with Uncle Bobby, but I'm grateful for the times I did get to spend with him over the past few years... My dad and I went down to Florida for a magic convention (back in 2012 I guess it was), and after the convention weekend we spent a few days in Deltona with Bob-O.
Man, I thought I was a night owl who stayed up late and slept late... I guess I've got some time to catch up with him! :-) Legendary!
Of course being friends on Facebook, I had always seen the "Open Mic Night" posts so it was great to tag along with him and see these places and meet some of his friends (And there were many!)
He brought along one of his guitars for me to play, and while I look back now and cringe at how I was struggling to keep up with him (all the sour notes and missed chord changes) I'll always remember those awesome times. Playing along to songs I'd never heard, Uncle Bobby calling out the chord changes and reassuring me that the "wrong" notes I hit were "jazz". Good times!
This past year after the Daytona magic convention we got to go out to dinner with Bob-O and Michael. We followed the two of them out to, what I think he said was one of his favorite restaurants by the ocean (I forget the name.)
He had been talking about the "King Cut" prime rib that this place made.
Said it was like two and a half pounds or something.
Okay, big piece of steak, right?
Oh... My... God...
I don't know what I was expecting it to look like, but he did not mess around when it came to steak!
When the waitress set the plate down in front of him, his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store, my jaw dropped, and I think I giggled for the rest of the night each time I thought back to the moment when I first saw that prime rib placed down at the table. (Maybe having desert before dinner, a homemade brownie-ball, had something to do with the giggles... :-) too much sugar or something!)
That was a steak fit for a king, I guess that's why they call it the King Cut!
He ended up taking the better half of it home with him, but man... he knew how to have fun and enjoy life! Good music, good food, lots of friends... I'm grateful to have been able to share a few of those moments with him!
It seemed to me that he was having fun right up until the end.
I'll always remember those times, and will miss our "teamwork" approach to heated Facebook political debates.
When I was small my father said to me i could grow more hard rolls in the garden. I began to plant the tiny black seeds(poppy seeds) gently into the soil, as my father watched. My father had convinced me we would have hard rolls growing...still waiting...lol
