A Friend In Deed -- Tribute To Mr Joe Bulgatz

If you ever find yourself feeling low Remember that you are no 'ordinary Joe' You were truly always there for me. In 1988, when things weren't so great Separated from my family You were truly there for me. I was living in a fetid flophouse A place meant solely for down-and-outers Be they men or be they mouses. You had mercy on my soul, Joe Helped me move out of that hole You were my sole damage control You were truly there for me... When I finally got my first teaching job A full-time gig for part-time pay You were there, Joe, to save the day. At 2635 W Pratt you gave me a room Saved me again from impending doom Joe, you were truly there for me. Then you delivered the coup de grace Referred me to the director of a place With a part-time teaching opening That led me to a whole new weltauschtang You rescued me living-wise twice, and that is nice But even more than that your referral changed my life As the faculty and student body of BRISK Academy Led me to a place of clear thinking and sanity And eventually paid me handsomely. Joe, you are not one for accolades or praise, But if I could, I'd give you a million-dollar raise Because you were truly always there for me. Thank you, Mr. Joe Bulgatz Whenever I was in need, you were truly a friend in deed. April 24, 2018