In March or April of 1979 or 1980
My younger brother, who was little
And I, who was not,
Found an attaché case
Alone
In the hotel lounge
Of the ski lodge in Winter Park, Colorado.
It was a large square case
Black, with gold letters by the handle:
RAY E. BARBER
I don’t know who read it, or who said it out loud, but
We chanted all around the room
RAY E. BARBER
RAY E. BARBER
RAY E. BARBER
We marched out chanting
RAY E. BARBER
RAY E. BARBER
RAY E. BARBER
We chanted in the elevator
RAY E. BARBER
RAY E. BARBER
RAY E. BARBER
We paraded down the hall back to our room
RAY E. BARBER
RAY E. BARBER
RAY E. BARBER
Today my mother works at
Washington University and she says there is a facilities manager there whose name is
RAY E. BARBER
She says he is from Colorado.
Have you met my
Younger brother?
He teaches second grade.
This was written about ten years ago. It does not include what may have been the best part of the story, which was that after we stopped, a group of little kids we did not know picked up the chant, and were heard echoing in the halls of the hotel for days afterward: Ray E. Barber, Ray E. Barber, Ray E. Barber
This was written about ten years ago. It does not include what may have been the best part of the story, which was that after we stopped, a group of little kids we did not know picked up the chant, and were heard echoing in the halls of the hotel for days afterward: Ray E. Barber, Ray E. Barber, Ray E. Barber
Almost Every Thursday 