Simon, or "Si" as he liked to be called, taught me more about the computer than any other person. I did go to his funeral but sadly he wasn't there.
His caretaker, Donald Bush, was there, as was his family. I met his former wife for the first time. As I mentioned in a previous post, she passed away earlier this year.
Simon knew I was writing a novel about him. I called him Julius. In Si's family, all the kids were named after saints.
GLADIOLAS
The only one out on my
early morning walk
was the boy/man with
knitted cap and
Buddy, his fierce-
looking German Shepherd
who was frightened
of everyone!
Bunches of rhodo-
dendron had bloomed
fat as cabbage,
blossoms of bright pink
silver white and - could
it be true - dandelion yellow?
And then I saw them.
Oh, what were they called?
I had them years ago on the
side of the house where
my peonies now bloom
Glads. Gladiolas.
He gave them to me.
The farmer I would
visit on Saturdays
and come home loaded
with onions, potatoes
and things he would
paint for me.
Like my red digging
tool. I still have it
waiting outside for a
nice day like today.
And I will remember
You, Frank. Frank Bubeck.
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