Born and bred in YUL, Canuckistan, (source of the first peanut butter patent and Wonderbra trademark), of Ukrainian / Polish heritage on both sides, Bob has wandered the world the last decades. Life, career and school have taken him to Egypt, India, Spain, The Netherlands, UK, and USA. He has traveled to dozens more for work, pleasure, and a seemingly ungodly number of weddings. Along the way, he has successfully managed to dodge his own marriage bullet(s), and collect a mass of raw fodder for literary porpoises [sic]. Having worked in many sectors and roles for companies massive, tiny and sizes in-between, some of his friends (and family) persist in thinking he was once (and maybe still is) some sorta spy or sumpin’ like that. His real-life experiences and observations form the basis of a unique, eclectic and humorous writing style. For some strange reason he can’t understand, cats dig him (he wishes it would work just as easily and well with women) and if he could jar and sell it, he’d be really wealthy. He currently resides on the Left Coast of North America in YVR, and when he’s not busy attending a wedding somewhere, or writing about it while listening to very loud house music, he has the semblance of a normal life and job. Sorta. Kinda. He likes being misunderstood in different languages he has butchered and warehousing inane information and factoids upstairs until Alzheimer’s or dementia sets in to make it all disappear. One of his favorite sayings is “your next best friend is someone you haven’t met yet” and it’s a philosophy he tries to apply as he mucks and muddles about the globe.