Barb’s Burblings

When I was in high school, I was in a production of Mame. This led to discussions about the names of plantations, and I declared that I would name my plantation Bob. And instead of a name like, “Beauregard Jackson Pickett Burnside,” I would also name a son “Bob.” I’ve been fond of the name ever since.
So naturally I was thrilled to learn about a town in Colorado that voted to name a bridge “Bob.” Too cool!