Bob Weirauch’s Reflections

Our Contributing Editor and Poet-in-Residence, Bob Weirauch, wrote this ode a long time ago. Obviously, it has withstood the test of time as has Father's Day, 

The following is a note to me (Tom Marks) from Bob Weirauch, our Contributing Editor and Poet-in-Residence, as he lay in the hospital in Arizona...

The other night, when I was in the ER, a nice young woman from administration came in and asked if I was okay with her asking some questions. I was waiting for the results of my CT scan so she retrieved my insurance data and then launched into what the CDC calls the STEADI questions Stopping Elderly Accidents, Death and Injuries). These are a series of questions designed to determine if your home is safe for Seniors. 

The whole exchange was comical. I’m laying there a victim of a slip and fall. My hearing aids are in a box with my glasses. My head is aching and she’s running drills on me about home safety. So, what did I do about it?  I wrote this poem….

Our Contributing Editor and sometimes Poet-in-Residence, Bob Weirauch, is celebrating St. Patrick's Day as he has for many years. He's reflecting on the events that happen once a year, but he's also reflecting on the Irish history that was always so very important to him and his family. Erin go bragh!

Our Contributing Editor, Bob Weirauch, is celebrating his birthday. He's curious, obviously, about the meaning of the number (Spoiler Alert: 77) that his birthday represents. Upon some digging, Bob was digging the meaning. You will too when you read more!

It's been a rough few weeks for our Contributing Editor, Bob Weirauch and his partner Teri. It happens when we get older; we lose our family, our friends, our pets, and even some of our material belongings. Bob has been in deep thought about this, here's his "take". 

The Supermoon is in the sky and our Contributing Editor is spry.

That's Bob Weirauch, our Poet-in-Chief, who has found relief,

In the natural world where his feet are curled,

In front of a fire where the sky is his choir. 

Bob Weirauch remembers a bar, long gone, in Wisconsin that his father frequented. It sure seems that Bob hasn't forgotten that old place, and how could he? Luddy's Bar seems like one weird place, or perhaps that's just the way Bob remembers it. 

Bob Weirauch reflects on the song "Auld Lang Syne" including its meaning, it's real meaning, and how it should guide us in our pursuit of friendships and perhaps even how we resolve our New Year's Resolutions. 

It's property tax time in the Weirauch household. Therefore, it's also poetry time for our Contributing Editor, Bob Weirauch. At least he's finding some comfort, this year, in paying his property taxes. 

The road trip is a right of passage. But a road trip that's been occurring for more than 40 years, and dozens of times over, isn't a right of passage any longer. It's a given-right shared between two friends with an understanding that they'll be more. Or will there be?

Time can do that to road trips. It can bring a sense of ending, a discontinuance of the eternal, but it can't do that to friendships, those can never end; regardless of what happens in Vegas!

Gone but not forgotten, at least in the eyes (and mind) of Bob Weirauch. If you ever come across an old, abandoned house, give it some thought. There might not be anyone living there, but it's probably alive with stories, some good, perhaps some not so good. Let your imagination run because that's something that should never be abandoned. 

And what an interesting conversation it must have been. If we could have just been an antique lamp shade near the wall, we'd know a lot more about the ins and outs of that conversation. But hey, that's not our place in a convo between father and daughter. Or is it? Read on.