Bob Weirauch’s Reflections

Our Contributing Editor, Poet-in-Residence, and apparently Grump-in-Chief, Bob Weirauch, is at least his honest self when writing about Christmas. He's socializing this holiday season, perhaps only with himself, but socializing nevertheless. 

Truth is, he's really not that grumpy, or frumpy, or stumpy. In fact, he's pretty spunky, funky, but, quite possibly, after all of his holiday feasts, he could get a little chunky. 

Our Contributing Editor, Bob Weirauch, doesn't wear a lot of jewelry. Never did, never will (sort of). But he has worn some wedding rings, and then he loses them, and miraculously (and we do mean miraculously) he finds them. But he doesn't always find them, sometimes they find him. Actually, in his retirement, he's learning a valuable lesson: Perhaps it's best if he retires them, too. It's time to read a short story from Bob.

Our Contributing Editor, Bob Weirauch, traveled to Ireland to learn some truths about his family. Truths that were a wee bit difficult to come by. That's because Bob's mother, Mary Alice, had a knack for telling stories with a few malapropisms. Nothing quite so travel-related like Mike Tyson's famous malaprop (now that he just lost a fight to a non-fighter): "I might just fade into Bolivian", but one person who will not fade is Bob; his stories about stories are just too good. 

Our Contributing Editor, and resident Poet-in-Residence, Bob Weirauch, ditches his Iambic Pentameter, Haiku, Sonnets, Odes, and Free Verse for some straight-up narrative about his (and possibly ours) addiction to cell phones. Drumroll please...no, make that ringtone please...

Our Contributing Editor and Poet-in-Residence, Bob Weirauch, teaches us that if we listen closely to the songs of the old Sycamore tree, perhaps we'll learn a lesson or two. If we become better listeners, to the sounds of the world around us, we can become better humans. It's worth a try. Maybe we need more than the cliche that instructs us to stop and smell the roses. We might be better served if we stopped and listened to the voices of nature, it might bring us closer together. 

Bob writes to us about the talks he has with his father, even though Charlie has been gone for 54 years. Gone, but not forgotten, even for a day, even for a father/son talk, even for forever. 

Our always moving Contributing Editor, Bob Weirauch, has been in a melancholy mood lately. Of course, we wish Bob the very best as he reflects on his life, but we must admit, his writing, regardless of his mood, is our reward. Today, Bob travels back in time, and we're more than willing to ride along. But this time it's in the family car, and not just any car, it's the DeSoto! Cheers to the Green DeSoto. 

 “We are the custodian of our culture and if not remembered, how else do we pass it to future family members?” That's the question our Contributing Editor, Bob Weirauch, is asking himself. The answer can be found in what's NOT in his garbage can.