Goodbye, Bob

Goodbye, BobBob drifted into our lives one day through the door of a small beachside bar called the Malibu Cottage, where I spent an occasional afternoon drinking beer and shooting pool. The Cottage flashed a few signals of sophistication and sometimes small lights from the Malibu colony wandered in, but it was essentially a beer bar.I found myself talking to Bob without quite understanding how the conversation had started. He had little to say beyond what was common to this particular afternoon...