Earlier this year, I wrote this post as a tribute to my dear friend Bobby T, who passed far too young .  .  .  I ran into his son at the gym yesterday, and it's fascinating how life works at times .  .  .  I've been thinking a lot about Bobby T lately, and to see his son was the highlight of the day, without a doubt .  .  .  As I left the gym, my feeling was, I have to reprise this post as a tribute to Bobby T, but also for his family, who are experiencing Christmas without him for the first time .  .  . 
 
My good friend Bobby passed a few days ago (A toast to you Bobby), and the memorial service/celebration of life was held yesterday .  .  .
Bobby .  .  .  
No words can adequately describe exactly who and what you were .   .  .  The speakers tried, and everything they said was so accurate, but  there was more .  .  .  Every one of the hundreds there could have  spoken, but still there could be more .  .  .  You were the epitome of  "bigger than life" .  .  .  Listening to your younger brother was like  listening to a toned down version of you .  .  .  The same sense of  humor, but not quite with the edge your had, and delivered in a softer  voice .  .  .  But still, it could have been you speaking .  .  .  I  laughed my ass off, because I and everyone else could easily see and  hear you in all the situations he described .  .  .  
You always thought you were smarter than everyone else .  .  .  In  truth, you probably were .  .  .  You thought you were a better athlete  .  .  .  Again, probably .  .  .  You thought you were better looking  .  .  .  Well, I'll give you this .  .  .  You were a handsome dude!   But I'd never give you the satisfaction of admitting that to your face  .  .  .  Are you satisfied now Bobby?  You WERE all of those .  .  .
You were a terrific husband and father, and then grandfather .  .   .  You always had your priorities in line .  .  .  You knew where to  expend your energy .  .  . I think you actually liked your grand kids  more than your own!  Well, maybe not, but it's always easier with grand  kids, isn't it?  You don't have to discipline them, you can spoil them,  and then send them home for the parents to deal with the "damage" you've  inflicted .  .  .  And you inflicted a LOT of damage, spoiling them  like crazy .  .  .
What a friend you were Bobby!  The more you liked someone, the  more you insulted, trashed, and savaged them .  .  .  But, you could  pull it off in an affectionate way, and get away with the trash talking  .  .  .  People expected it, enjoyed it, and some actually wanted to be  the butt of your shots .  .  .  How many times did you call friends  "peckerhead'?  How many times did you call ME peckerhead?  I should have  kept a running total, because I know the number is up there .  .  .
I remember so many crazy things you said and did like they were  yesterday .  .  .  You calling me fat and ugly?  You probably don't  remember that, do you?  Let me refresh your memory .  .  .  We were  sitting with some colleagues discussing something or other, and I made  what I thought was a brilliant point .  .  .  You looked right at me and  announced, Snake, I don't know how anyone as fat and ugly as you can  have any friends .  .  .  Everyone laughed, because that was classic  Bobby .  .  . Insult someone so outrageously that no one can possibly  take your comment seriously .  .  .  'Cause I'm definitely not fat  Bobby, and you know that .  .  .  The ugly part, well, that's subjective .  .  .  Hah!!  
You loved to greet people with a good-natured insult .  .  .   Anyone foolish enough to try to match it would be hit with another  insult, making it clear you'd play that game as long as they wanted, and  you'd win .  .  .  Always, you'd win .  .  .  So, one day I simply  responded with, Bobby, is that the best you can do?  You didn't have a  comeback .  .  .  You just shook your head  .  .  .  Remember?  Probably  the only time I ever got you, and you'll probably try to tell me I'm  making shit up, because NOBODY ever got you .  .  .  But Bobby, I'm not  making shit up .  .  .
Man, you really got all over me about The Tie .  .  .  You knew I  loved that tie, and you hated it!  It was a love it or hate it tie, with  no middle ground of opinion .  .  .  It seemed like 80% loved it, and  20% hated the thing .  .  .  First time you saw it, it was in a group of  people .  .  .  You just looked at it for a few seconds and said, That  is the UGLIEST tie I've ever seen!  And walked away .  .  .  Just like  that .  .  .  From that point on, I did my best to torment you with The  Tie .  .  .  And it seemed to work .  .  .  It was liked showing a cross  to Dracula .  .  .  You'd recoil and say something like, Get away from  me with that fucking tie!  Or, maybe the best line of all, It would be  easy to strangle you with that tie, since it's already around your neck  .  .  .  You'll be happy to know Bobby that I'm no longer in possession  of The Tie .  .  .  I left it in a hotel room two years ago and no doubt  someone else wears it and loves it now .  .  .  And maybe they have a  Bobby they can torment with it!  I hope so!  Ah yes, The Tie .  .  .  
One of the things I appreciated most about you was your  iconoclastic nature .  .  .  You didn't put anyone on a pedestal that I  ever knew of .  .  .  As a matter of fact, you always enjoyed kicking  the pedestal out from under people who took themselves too seriously .   .  .  A classic Bobby T moment .  .  .  I KNOW you remember this one  Bobby .  .  .  The new boss came in, he gathered the staff and began to  talk in serious tones about what he expected .  .  .  A few minutes into  his well-crafted speech you said, McMillan, you've been here five  minutes and you're already pissing me off!  Great, classic Bobby line .   .  .  You took all the shine off his metal .  .  .  And only you could  pull that off!  How did you get away with so much Bobby?
But the best part, by FAR, was your loyalty .  .  .  Once a  friend, always a friend, no matter how many insults you hurled in a  person's direction .  .  .  Fifteen years ago when those whackos came  after me, trying to destroy my reputation .  .  .  You and so many  others jumped into my corner because you knew it was all bullshit, but  you were there first .  .  .  You made damn sure that my reputation  wasn't damaged .  .  .  And then, you and others exacted your revenge on  them on my behalf .  .  .  It was a beautiful thing to see at the time  .  .  .
Yeah, Bobby, you WERE one of a kind, and everyone who knew you can  think of you and laugh, because you constantly made us all laugh, often  at our own expense .  .  .  But we loved it, and we loved you Bobby .   .  .  No, that's wrong .  .  .  We LOVE you Bobby .  .  .  Present tense  .  .  .  And it ALWAYS will be present tense .  .  .
Snake
Life is beautiful baby!
Peace and love .  .  . 
Until next time .  .  .  Ciao!!
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
To all my American brothers and sisters . . .
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
To forgive, or not?

A few days ago, I attended the funeral of a friend who passed away far too soon, just ten days short of her 54th birthday . . . The pastor and a few other people spoke about her, her life, and the qualities that made her such a beautiful person . . .
One of the things mentioned more than once was her forgiving nature . . . She could get angry, but never held a grudge against anyone . . . She forgave everyone . . . Believe me, she'd had some difficulties in life and probably had legitimate reason to hold a grudge or two, but she just refused to do it . . . Her feeling was that holding grudges only imprisons the mind and soul in a negative state, which then has a subtle but definite effect upon other aspects of life . . . We can't be emotionally and spiritually free unless we have the ability to forgive . . .
A note about forgiveness . . . It doesn't mean that we necessarily have to ever speak to a person who has wronged us, or have anything at all to do with them . . . It simply means we stop thinking negatively about them, and let it all go . . . That takes away the power they have over us . . . Sounds simple, huh? But is it, really? Sometimes simple is more difficult than we'd like . . .
Life is beautiful baby!
Peace and love . . .
Ciao!!
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