Bob sure loves hats. He always wearing them, which bothers me ‘cause that means we don’t get to see his wild-man hair. When Bob removes his hat, does he have “hat hair”? I suspect not. I suspect he is one of the lucky ones whose hair just springs back to normal and doesn’t, unlike yours truly, have his hair looking glued to his head.
I know he will be wearing a hat in concert, probably a black one with a wide brim. What can you do, eh?
Being from the North Country, Bob knows the importance of wearing a hat in winter. And yet so many of us Northerners don’t wear one. I’m veering dangerously close to transforming this post into a lament about the unavoidable winter that will soon be upon us. Wah.
4 comments:
here in the city of mushrooms it has been winter for a few blankety-blank weeks
oh, and cute bob photo
(are you trying for conversion here, or what?)
Love the photo, but I have to confess to knowing precious little about the man himself.
MsMushrooms! I thought you had already been converted through his smooth radio-host voice and quirky sense of humour. Don't tell me I still have work to do to convert you? Tough audience.
On the "Flowers" show he reads poems by Robert Frost and Christopher Marlowe. Nobody reads a poem like Bob does. I'm appealing to your poetic side here!
well, you know, I'm on side w/old bob
still working on young bob (the flowy scarf is a start)
tho please recall my grade 4 teacher who made us sing blowin in the frigging wind over and over
I still cringe at the memory...
Post a Comment