There’s always a place at my table
My food I’ll gladly share
There’s always room at my fire
For the warmth you’ll find there
My door is always open
Should the years take us apart
There’s always a place in my memory
And always a place in my heart
By: Bob Evans
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My name is Bob Evans and I was born in Brooklyn NY in 1935. I left the city when I was 33 years old and moved across the country to San Francisco and now live in Texas with my wife. At the age of 84, I have a lot of stories to tell and one huge imagination. I have always loved to tell a story, write a song or poem, love to cook and entertain. I hope you will follow me on my new journey of blogging.
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