Nice. Yeah Happy Birthday to Bob.
And you were right, marley, about Ratdog. That San Diego show was great. Thanks.
And here’s an interesting piece about Bob, from Bob:
Both my natural and adopted fathers were military men. My adopted dad attended Annapolis for seven years and came out with the military equivalent of a doctorate in Engineering. When they gave him his first commission and put him out to sea he was seasick from the time he left port to the time he got back. It was so bad they had to put him in the hospital. Then he tried it again right at the beginning of World War II. He wanted nothing more than to serve his country but it just was not going to happen. He showed a lot of perseverance. He was quite a guy. In fact, never in my presence did he ever use bad language. Rarely did I see him ever become angry, and it was not that he wasn’t a lively, energized person, he was just a consummate gentleman. He was born with three kidneys so he could drink all he wanted and was never affected. He did not drink much, but as far as getting a little buzzed, it was not a doable deal for him. I think one time my parents had a party and he was drinking pretty much all night and toward the end of the evening I may have seen a twinkle inhis eye. That was about it.
My natural father was born and raised in the Tucson, AZ area. He was 19 when he joined the Air Force and they put him behind the wheel of a bomber. He later became a test pilot and rose to the rank of Colonel. In fact, when he announced he was retiring, they offered him a Generalship but he declined because he had a son who was terminally ill.
My adopted parents passed on in 1972 from separate illnesses. My mom died on my dad’s birthday and a month later my dad died on my mom
he doesn’t look a day over 59 and 11 months!
Happy b-day bobby!!
^haha I wonder when that picture is from…99ish?..or on second thought maybe its 10.6.00. That’s the happiest-looking I’ve ever seen Mike in a picture.
^^quite a cool story Bill. Makes me wonder, being adopted and all.
Lol, I thought that too, this was the happiest I’ve ever seen a picture of Mike.
And then I thought, now I know why he doesn’t smile often, creepy mcgee. haha.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOBBY!
happy bday, bobby.
seck story, fone.
hank…yer adopted? me deux.
I once wrote a letter to Bill Gates asking him to adopt me.
I received no reply.
I cried on my momma’s knee.
So did she.
Great story fone… that just goes to show you that everything has a place and a purpose…that there is kind of a ( no pun intended) strange design to life…
started my day off right.
are crying momma?
::wonders why spooks’ posts are always one or two words away from making any sense::
My lightnin’ too…
I wish people kept posting pictures of Bob “The Thinker” Weir.
All he needs is a patch over that right eye, and he’s make a damn near perfect pirate.
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!