The Man That Time Forgot

This week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt, courtesy of Roger Bultot, reminded me of a wonderful old song called “Walk Him Up The Stairs” from the Broadway musical, Purlie. “Walk Him Up The Stairs” was a favorite of the band director at a high school I once attended.

(Go Yellow Jackets)

My short happy life as a member of the woodwind section gave me the chance to play, and fall in love with, many timeless classics. This particular song, though, struck a chord that resonates with me even today. If you check out the performance preserved for posterity here on YouTube, you may understand why.

It’s been a long time since the days of band camp. It has been a long time, too, since I participated in Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle for leaving a light on for me.

from-roger
Copyright Roger Bultot

The Man That Time Forgot

“Grandma, have you ever known anyone so in love with the sound of their own voice as that Mr. Donaldson?  I mean, seriously, I thought he’d never stop talking and let you get in the car!”

“He’s lonely, Dear. He doesn’t have any friends. Never has, come to think of it.”

“No wonder. All he ever does is brag about what he owns, where he’s been, how important he used to be when he owned that real estate business.”

“He’s like that American man who made everybody so miserable.”

“What man, Grandma? What was his name?”

“Oh, Dear, who remembers?”

 

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Footnote: There’s something interesting about footnotes, they become meaningless when no one pays attention to them.

21 thoughts on “The Man That Time Forgot

  1. Do you have any idea how hard it is to resist the temptation of adding a comment that begins with “This one time, at band camp…”?

    Well. Apparently it’s impossible. Cliches be damned, I’m not deleting it now.

  2. Dear StepHonie,

    I did a happy dance when I saw your picture in the link-up and added a few fancy steps after I finished reading. You haven’t lost your edge. Footnote? What footnote? I wasn’t paying attention. I hope you’ll stop by and visit Fania Borach and me.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    1. Speaking of fancy steps, the party’s at your place! Rochelle, you pull together the most interesting bits of history and bring them back to life in creative ways. Your like the Dr. Frankenstein of Fiction. 😉

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