My middle name is Walter. Not because of some long family tradition — just one man.

Walter was my maternal grandfather, and he stepped into my life when I was a boy and needed a male role model.

Grandad was a retired firefighter and one of those people who could seemingly do anything — paint signs, grow a garden, fix whatever was broken. But the real lessons he gave me weren’t about skills. They were about character.

He taught me to polish my shoes and make an effort when I went out — not because appearances are everything, but because it shows respect for the world around you.
He taught me to help people without worrying about who they are or where they come from.
And he taught me that a man’s word should mean something.

I haven’t always lived up to his standard — life has a way of tripping you up — but carrying his name reminds me of the person I should try to be.

That’s why I write as Bob W Christian. The “W” is for Walter. It’s a quiet nod to the man who helped shape me.

So no, Walter isn’t a flashy middle name. But to me it represents a good man, a proper gentleman, and someone I still try to make proud.

And that’s reason enough to keep it.

Stay safe,
BC