In extra time…

It’s called ‘bonus’ or at least is should

because this wasn’t expected, nor

should have been; I’m Irish and male,

for the sake of Saint Patrick, and

I should be dead by now but I’m not

and that makes this a true bonus;

I’ve outlived my own father who

saintedly passed before fifty years,

and all his friends it seems, or so

I read in the obituaries in Sunday’s

Chicago Tribune as I scan the pages

in a sobering ritual of paying homage;

now it’s only a matter of what to do

with these extra days and years.

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Obituary for someone named Paul…

The link was obviously incorrect;
I was looking for an update about
Kim and Kanye’s engagement,
but wound up reading the obituary
of a man who wore over-sized
glasses, tinted, his smiling face
thick with wrinkles from too many
smiles or worries, dressed in a
wide-wale corduroy jacket, long
collared shirt and thick tie – all in

earth tones and probably a photo
from the last decade, his name is
(I don’t like to say ‘was’ for some
reason), Paul Edward; he died in

Ohio but wasn’t born there – maybe
marriage or work took him there
from Indiana (it’s next door after all),
but at the end he was alone in Ohio
because Agnes preceded him in
death by fifteen years, as had all his
siblings, Mary and John and
especially his baby sister Judith
who died in 1932 and that must

have been terrible; they had just
one child that survived to write
this obituary but he lives in Chicago;
I wonder how many friends he had
at the end of 92 years because he
had many at one time it seems – he

was high school football captain,
and during the war he was drafted
into the Army and stationed in the
Philippines, his post in hospitals
and recovery wards, and the obituary
said many wounded soldiers kept in
touch with him over the years, but

they’re all gone now too; he ran a
chicken farm for a while after the
war, then a hardware store and he
looks like the guy you could ask
anything and he’d quietly talk you
through the nuts and bolts of

repairing what needed repairing
(and I can imagine him complaining
that folks don’t repair things any
more, they just replace
them – as a commentary about
his generation, the one that

saved the world and was being
replaced now); they said he
was a well-traveled man, but
besides the Philippines all it
mentioned was Akron, Cleveland
and Toledo (and I’ve been to these
places, and they’re nice, but I don’t
think of that as well-traveled),

his story quickly added he made friends
wherever he went and that might
make all the difference in the
world; oh, and he was a Methodist
and sang in a choir for more than
50 years, some of them with his
wife before she passed, and that’s

where he met Agnes and I guess
there’s no better reason to have
a choir, besides praising the Lord,
of course; and if you care about
Paul Edward please don’t send

flowers, just give some money to
a church choir instead because
music was his passion; that’s when
I remembered what I was searching
for in the first place but I don’t
care as much about that now.

Kim and Kanye and everyone else…

Kim and Kanye and Paul Edward

The link was obviously incorrect;
I was looking for an update about
Kim and Kanye’s latest escapade,
but wound up reading the obituary
of a man who wore oversized
glasses, tinted, his face thick with
wrinkles from too many smiles or
worries, dressed in a wide-wale
corduroy jacket, long collared shirt
and thick tie – all in earth tones
and probably a photo from the last
decade or two or three, his name is
(I don’t like to say ‘was’ for some
reason), Paul Edward; he died in
Ohio but wasn’t born there – maybe
marriage or work took him there
from Indiana (it’s next door after all),
but at the end he was alone in Ohio
because Agnes preceded him in death
by fifteen years, as had all his siblings,
Mary and John and especially his
baby sister Judith who died in 1932
and that must have been terrible;
they had just one child that survived
to write this obituary but he
lives in Chicago; I wonder how many
friends he had at the end of 92 years
because he had many at one time
it seems – he was high school
football captain, and during the war
he was drafted into the Army and
stationed in the Philippines, his post
in hospitals and recovery wards, and
the obituary said many wounded
soldiers kept in touch with him
over the years, but they’re all
gone now too; he ran a chicken farm
for a while after the war, then
a hardware store and he looks like
the guy you could ask anything and
he’d quietly talk you through the nuts
and bolts of repairing what needed
repairing (and I can imagine him
complaining that folks don’t repair
things any more, they just replace
them – as a commentary about
his generation, the one that saved
the world and was being replaced
now); they said he was a
well-travelled man, but besides
the Philippines all it mentioned was
Akron, Cleveland and Toledo (and
I’ve been to these places, and they’re
nice, but I don’t think of that as
well-travelled), his story quickly
added he made friends wherever
he went and that might make
all the difference in the world;
oh, and he was a Methodist and
sang in a choir for more than
50 years, some of them with his
wife before she passed, and that’s
where he met her – her name was
Agnes and I guess there’s no better
reason to have a choir, besides
praising the Lord, of course; and if
you care about Paul Edward please
don’t send flowers, just give some
money to a church choir instead;
that’s when I remembered what I
was searching for in the first place
but I don’t care as much about Kim
and Kanye right now.