Bobby’s Fort Thair R certain constants in this world,Things that R just thair, 4 me, nowing that wen I set Paw in the front yard, awl will be as it shud. Theese Constants comfort me,wen awl arowend me things can B confusing,. 2dae it changed . ,Bobbies Fort is being removed,The Fort across the street,the Fort that was arowend and in the base of the Redwood tree ,the Fort in the front yard covered and hidden by limbs,the Fort U had 2 look hard 2 C ,The Fort that has ben thair as long as I can remember, the Fort that had not ben played in in over 30 years,billt frum old fenceboards,old pallets,scraps of wood plastic and cardboard anything that might form a wall or ceiling,With its share of hidden secret spaces, looking at it brought 4th the possibilty of Dreams/plans/hopes and the imagination of a young boy, it was his escape frum the wurld, a place whair he was King, . Now being a grown man with a family of his own ,having moved on,living at another address, The memory of him,of waut this Fort meant 2 him,makes me wunder,will it now fade in my memory, oar will it B one of those things that cannot B unseen,That man, that boy has become his “Self “that was created in part in that Fort, makes me ponder waut his life would have ben wiffowet it….Rest in pieces ,Bobby’s Fort, in a perfect wurld the removed pieces will find thair way to sum other young man’s Fort