The son of Bob and Bobbie, Bob, if anything, was blessed at birth by a crazily creative first name, the precursor to the rather robust imagination he would uncork while in the throes of spotty recollection.
Bob, while most recently was up to his eyeballs in a book project with publisher, Storypeople Press, is now freed from that burden, a positive way of saying they ended the project. Bob continues to author Cranelegs Ponderosa, the wild offspring of Cranelegs Pond the Blog. He also tweets at Cranelegs and HCaulfieldLives.
Prior to these latest adventures in writing, Bob busied himself with writing two full length screenplays, a TV sitcom script, a collection of stories about growing up in the Sixties, sixty e-zine articles, a Christmas story novella, and an assortment of blogs, his beloved Cranelegs Pond being the original and only one left standing. His hobbies include: deer-spotting, vacuuming and sophomoric phone calls to Oprah's office.
Bob lives in New Jersey as: 1) the humble servant to and constant suitor of Keaton*, 2) the in-over-his-jumbo-head pseudo-step-dad to Alix*, and 3) personal chef/assistant to 12 year old Lab, Annabel. Not far from this little piece of rural paradise lives Bob's son, who thankfully keeps Bob up-to-date on every HBO series and Sit-Com worth watching, as well as faithful companion in the hell known as a NY Giants/Rangers fan.
[In the spirit of full disclosure, Bob does not normally talk about himself in the third person. He is not sure why he is doing it now to be honest, although he suspects it might have something to do with how Bob is addressed and conversed about at the dinner table and in general.]
* Not real names as requested by the people with the real names. Can you blame them?
