I was handing a stack of self-addressed
and stamped envelopes to my helper, who
was going to put them, with my personal letter
into an envelope addressed to many of
the people I know, requesting money for
a special project I was working on
Suddenly, Bunny Schmidt, who died over
twenty years ago, showed up and said
not to send him a note because
he was out of work and did not have
any money. He smiled and walked out
I sat there stunned not knowing what to think
Okay, Bunny, I won’t be mailing you anything
I remembered a time long ago when he was
involved in developing a pole vault that extended
from six feet to twenty-four feet
It was very flexible but not reliable
When you are in the air reliability is important
A few injuries ruined the promise of a great invention
Bunny left the territory and went west
I lost track of him, until I read his obituary
He had married and then divorced
Had a few children scattered across the country
His parents were both alive at that time
When I woke up, I thought of Bunny
His given name was Joseph
I went to grade school with him
He was one year ahead of me
I saw him now and then in high school
After that my connection with him was over
The brain and mind are amazing
What we forget and remember are notable
We forget what we know at inopportune times
We remember things from the past
that have no current meaning or implications
It is a lot of fun contemplating all of this
Bunny would agree, if only he had a job
Stanski
November 4, 2019 ^
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