I just got off the phone after talking to Bud. I wanted to make sure he got home okay. For the last number of years Bud has been an immovable force in the uppermost, outermost tip of the Keweenaw Peninsula but he finally budged- for his 60th high school reunion. Imagine that. He was going to drive with my sister, Laurel (the baby in the family, the best "accident" to ever happen) but in the end, we flew them on frequent flyer miles. Naturally, they lost his suitcase, both going and coming. Remember when I used to complain about having to hoof it over a mile from the little commuter gate to my connecting flight at Minneapolis airport? Well, apparently, the baggage handlers don’t hoof it anywhere.
So, here’s Bud’s report:
"We had a good time. They had great food and most of the people are dead but I still remembered the ones that aren’t. And, I don’t know why, but they remembered me."
"Your sister went and found Barbara Bidet.(I may have that spelling wrong) For years I had a crush on her but I never should have told your sister. She said, c’mon, c’mon, I found Barbara Bidet! So I said okay and went over and talked to her.
"She looked at my name tag and said, "You used to be Eugene or Buddy" and I said, Well, now it’s Bud. How are you, Barbara? and she said, "Why, I’m just fine. Are you a widower?"
"I said, yes I am and she said, "Well, that’s nice." "
"Then she said, "Bud you made my day." " I asked Bud what he did to make her day and he said he didn’t know, he guessed because he went over and talked to her. He told me that she "has always been a real looker" but in music class she used to complain, "Mrs. Major! Buddy is singing out of tune again."
Then Bud said:
"And Milton Bagich was there. He was Southeastern’s best athlete. We used to call him Milton Bagoshit." Bud said he told Milton that he beat him out of the prize he thought would be his for sure and I asked what that was? Bud said it was the last one to have a child but Milton had nine, the last when he was 42. Apparently they were giving out prizes for various life events. Bud got the prize for being the oldest one to get married for the first time (at 40, and for him the "last time"). Bud also got a prize- a jar of Sander’s Hot Fudge Sauce- for coming "from out-of-state." If you’re a Yooper that’s actually a real honor- the upper peninsula would rather secede from the rest of Michigan and be a separate state.
So, that was the report on the reunion. Then we talked Tigers for a little bit (how ABOUT those Tigers??) and Bud said the cats were very happy he was home. In the end he said, "I miss Momma. I miss my suitcase, too, godammit."