Andy Chen gave Bob to Louren and I as a housewarming present when we got our first place together -- ten years ago. We wanted Bob to come with us to the new place, but we just don't think he can survive the hotel, or being uprooted for that matter.
For years Bob survived in his big black plastic pot. He always held his drink and he never complained. Then one day, he got sick. Actually, it was more like years of neglect. So we put him in bed, and he was revived. Sort of. Bob was changed. He set down roots and despite weathering some rough patches, he held on and held firm. Although it makes us sad, Louren and I always knew this day was coming: an amicable parting from Bob Plant, but a parting of the ways nonetheless.
So farewell, Bob Plant. You were always a faithful companion but your travelin' days are through.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
"Too late or still too soon too soon to make lots of bad love and there's no time for sorrow. Run around, run around with a hole in your head 'til tomorrow."
-----They Might Be Giants
-----They Might Be Giants