everyone in dartmouth knows ABOUT bob

but very few know who he was

Bob’s my uncle.

No joke!

He is.

I wrote about Robert before.

Er… Bobby.

R.

R’zeee

He’s got a lot of names.

He was named after my Granddad Dalling.

Not the one with the bike or the lake.

Me? I’m named after my dad, Jim Dalling. He was named after Bob’s brother Jim Dalling.

Messy eh?

Must have been a hell of a time keeping track of who was who at family gatherings.

Actually? Not so much.

Jim Dalling the First - the original?

He was killed in an airplaine somewhere over western Europe.

His brother Bob, my granddad?

He died when I was really young.

He used to be a Shriner.

He even had a little car and a funny hat.

He kept the little car in the garage. (I would love to drive one of those little cars, the hat, notsomuch)

My one remaining memory of him is an odd one. He was shitfaced drunk. He had a cigarettes in his mouth - about ten of them. He had cigarettes in each nostril and both of his ears. They were all burning. He was enveloped with smoke and was laughing hysterically.

I think he may have found hims…