So, I have a confession to make: bobarra was lie.

As some of you may know, I named bobarra after my little sister, Lara.  As a little kid, she was always jumping around and bursting with energy- singing one song or another. Her favorite, not surprisingly, was the name song: ‘Lara, bara, bo bara, fan-nana-nana-fo-fara. Fee, fi, fo, fara. Lara.” So pretty soon, she became Lara-Bara and then just Bobara.

So, honestly, she was never Bobarra, she was always Bobara. Unfortunately for me, someone else had apparently decided that bobara.com was a good url and my attempts to buy it from them were met with silence. So, I rationalized myself into thinking that bobarra wasn’t that big of a difference and launched under that name.

A few months ago, I was poking around and found that the owner of bobara.com - the guy who had ignored my numerous purchase offers, had just let it expire. Oh spam filters, sometimes they really bite you in the but. So I bought it.

And now bobara is an honest site.   

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Bobara (in 1990)