Thursday, September 16, 2021

Happy Birthday, Bobby

Bobby Cramer, my alter-ego in both a novel and two plays, turns 60 today.  Looks pretty good, doesn’t he?

It just so happens that I’m exactly nine years older than he.

3 barks and woofs on “Happy Birthday, Bobby

  1. So although at this point I “observe” it rather than “celebrate” it, my birthday was yesterday. We’re the same age.

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