Leave the god damn thing here

 


Leave the god damn thing here


    This one comes from the playbook of the Bobcat uttered by his Dad who like Solomon was making a wise judgement. While he may have been called Blub or Blubbo it was a term of endearment for Jim Brian. The old man was a railroad veteran who made his son's pals most welcome on Clarkson street over in Maywood. Blub also had a distinctive voice that may have gained a rasp while working the train yards close to the family home. Originally, Jim was from Colesburg Kentucky and was no stranger to hard work. He brought his two boys up to never shirk honest labor and his word was final in the home. I believe there was a bit of a tug o' war between Bob and Isabel over a pair of binoculars involving an argument between protective Mom and willful son. Blub passed judgement and boomed "Bobby...leave the god damn thing here!" If you used the phrase you had to do it in the gruff tenor of the man himself which we did to delight and amuse our old buddy.

one of the great burgers in history on Atlantic in Maywood


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