Internet, meet my dad’s brother Bob. He and his lovely wife Nancy were at my parents yesterday.
Bob is the kindest, sweetest, most gentlemanliest man I have ever met.
He is also one of the most orneriest men I have ever met.
Uncle Bob likes to tell the story of his brush with the law.
It seems that when he was a teenager, he, his cousin Bobbie Gossett, and cousin Bobbie Goodman were all riding around the neighborhood on the back of a scooter/moped type thing.
A police man saw all three of them on it, and he pulled them over.
He said “Boys, you know there isn’t supposed to be three of you on that thing. What’s your name?” as he pointed to Uncle Bob.
“Bob”, came the reply.
The police man pointed to cousin Bob Gossett. “What’s your name?”
Again, the reply was “Bob”.
The police man was not amused, and as he pointed to Bobbie Goodman and said “What’s your name?”, we all know what he answered.
Exasperated, the police man said “Boys! That’s not funny!! I’m going to have to take you down to the station and call your parents.”
So he pointed to Uncle Bob and said “What’s your dad’s name?”
Bob came the reply.
Bob was the reply from all three boys.
You see there are 17 Bob’s on dad’s side of the family.
I almost named Chefboy Bob, but I figured he’d get lost in the crowd.