Robroy says goodbye

The worst part of moving away at age 8 was saying goodbye to Patricia Wood.

It was a Saturday morning in Englishtown, New Jersey, about one hour before we left forever for Illinois.  Patricia was hugging me goodbye.  Her mom had errands to run; we would be gone by the time they got back.

My bike had not yet been packed.  I grabbed it as they got into their car.  Riding behind them, I could see Patricia’s round face in the back window.  I had the unbelievably painful urge to impress her one last time, so much that she’d never forget me.

Now, in our neighborhood, in the 70s, the curbs were not cut for wheelchair access.  To get from the street onto the sidewalk on your bike, you had to stop, lift your front wheel, roll forward, lift your back wheel, roll forward, and get on.  Unless you were excellent.  In that case you simply jumped the curb, and kept on going.  As for Robroy, earlier that very morning, for the very first time, I had become excellent.  Patricia did not know that yet.

Her face was getting smaller.  It was now or never.  Do or die.  At top speed, I hit the curb.


The last she ever saw of me was flying head-first over the handlebars and onto the sidewalk.  I smacked the ground and rolled over with the bike crashing down on top of me.

By the time I looked up, she was gone.

The memory comes back to me now.  Robroy is moving again.  No big deal this time.  It’s just the blog that’s moving.  We’re saying goodbye to WordPress and saying hello to our own domain,  That’s all.

But deep down, I’m nervous.  I worry.  What if I leave my readers behind?  What if I try too hard to impress them, and end up making a gigantic fool of myself?  What if they get home and find no Robroy, only a ghost town, a wasteland of words?

I’ll be honest.  I don’t want to lose another friend.  Too painful on the knees.

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10 Responses to “Robroy says goodbye”

  1. Beth says:

    Not to worry, sir, and no need to go “flying off the handle” (Hey… now I know where that phrase came from, t’was you!), your loyal tribe shall follow.

    Had you not become excellent and moved to Illinois, we probably would not have met lo those 25 years ago. Nor would the Illini nation have been blessed with Robroy’s early ponderings under that other nom d’ plume (still waiting on the book, by the way).

    Keep writing, I’ll keep reading. You’re doing wonders for my creative mind. I hope to someday return that favor.


  2. Ed Gorey says:

    Congrats on getting out of Jersey!


  3. michael wexler says:

    great blog…as always.

  4. Mike Sweeney says:

    Rob — Sorry you had to leave Jersey, or as I call it – God’s Country.

    You’re a great storyteller. I read your posts start to finish. Rarely a wasted word or sentence. Good stuff.

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