He sits quietly.  He listens intently. He's soft-spoken.  Yet, just beneath that cranium is a cauldron of churning wit.  

Every year, we look forward to Bob's and Linda's Holiday Newsletter.  We get to peek in and see what's churning and bubbling in Bob's cranium.

"Bob has become "that old guy in the neighborhood who's always tinkering in the garage."  He has also become the old guy that he used to borrow tools from when he was a young guy.  

It's sad.

In November, he finally made the transition from "dirty old man" to just "old man."

At a high school football game, he spent half of the game trying to get six cute bimbettes (hig huggers, bare midriff and visible big girl panties (you know the look) to sit down and stop blocking the view of the game

Wasn't too long ago he'd prefer watching them and not the game.

Very sad."

Bob on Bob's and Linda's upcoming retirements:

"We are both on track to retire by the middle of 2002.  

To supplement our retirement checks, Bob has already submitted his application to WalMart (they didn't need his resumé).

Linda is practicing for her new career by wearing one of those combination earphone/microphones, standing by an open window, and asking, "Do you need catsup for those fries?" 

I imagine the only thing she will not like is wearing the same uniform every day (but then, she is a whiz at accessorizing)."