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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=560412" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Kaddish for Uncle Bob</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was 2 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and Uncle Bob came to visit California. <br>His fuzzy beard & crazy hair is what I remember.<br>A faded photograph, younger days.<br>We went to the beach and park.<br>He smiled a lot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was 3 <br>and I wanted to listen to *Uncle Bob’s Tape*<br>I still have that tape. <br>It’s now on my iPod...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bob's Blues Motel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was 15 in the summer of '86.<br>Charles Lloyd was rolling heavy<br>Roland Kirk was blowing wild<br>Zulu had a picture of Rahsaan on the wall<br>Was that REALLY 3 axes? <br>Serenade for a couple of Cuckoos<br>He turned me on to early Jethro Tull<br>And Pink Floyd<br>And Trane<br>And Miles<br>And Bird<br>And Cannonball<br>After all, my son’s name is Julian</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Blues Mobile</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was 18 in the last fast summer of the 80’s<br>We got blessed again in the river where Granny was baptized<br>We ate at Gene & Darlene’s<br>And Fred & Red’s<br>We drank bad whiskey from the trunk of Pat Randall’s Cadillac<br>We fished and swam in Shoal Creek<br>And tripped the river walk<br>We drove the old highway <br>Past gravestones centuries old<br>Farms and trees and cliffs and streams <br>Blur the glass as laughter and music <br>Among other things<br>Waft from windows rolled down</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through it all<br>It was the Music<br>Above all<br>It was the Music<br>The Muse<br>The communication<br>The groove<br>Music is good for the soul<br>Bob knew it and passed it along to everyone he met<br>He spoke with music<br>He lived by music<br>And died with music in his heart<br>Music is the path that leads us onward<br>Music is Magic<br>Music is Light<br>Music is Life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Keep on Rockin’ Uncle Bob</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I bid you Peace</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uncle Bob <br>8.5.1945 - 7.16.2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=One+Who+Waits">One Who Waits</a><div class=q>
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and Uncle Bob came to visit California. 
His fuzzy beard & crazy hair is what I remember.
A faded photograph, younger days.
We went to the beach and park.
He smiled a lot.

I was 3 
and I wanted to listen to *Uncle Bob’s Tape*
I still ..."></div>
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