ok, here comes another tale from childhood. but I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it ( I'm about to lose control and I think I like it....no! pointer sisters be gone!) I met my friend Jill down in Orange today. I hardly ever go there but we wanted to see a movie and Orange is kind of the half way point between our houses. I was a little afraid of this particular movie theatre because last time I was there (ok, a lot afraid) was 1998 and I met Jill there to see Titanic. this turned out to be one of the worst days of my life (no fault of Jill's....I love you Jilly) but that's a story for another time. so I returned to the scene of the "crime" to see The Lincoln Lawyer. with terror in my heart (ok, my just a little hesitation) I pulled into the lot which has been completely re-done since 1998. and there before my eyes he stood. tall and proud as he alway has with his platter of hamburger and fries. like a desert mirage. bob. as in bob's big boy. I have lusted for a visit with bob since I was in my early 20's when he rudely disappeared from orange county, and my life. oh, the stories I have shared with the kids of bob adventures in my childhood. bob's for breakfast. bob's for pie or hot fudge cake. bob's for spaghetti with chili on top. and of course, the bob combo. hamburger, fries and a side salad all squeezed onto one plate. today, bob re-entered my life and I will visit him soon. oh yes, I will have me some bob.