A Hundred Stories - Feb. 26, 2026
- Gary Hunter
- Feb 26
- 1 min read
how rare to reach 100 years old, even rarer
to have a friend of that many years
I didn’t know Bernard as a young,
middle age or older man, only
from the cusp of his century
we are good chums, sharing the silly
and deeper things that buddies do
but when a history lesson is told by a
history still living, just a few words
colors the pages of the past
and after ten minutes with him,
I’m in NY, leaning against a building on
Broadway, watching those overweight
cars rumble past slick-haired men and
hat-pinned women who cross between
Italian markets, clothing stores, a Chinese
laundry, fish and vegetable stalls, and
a newspaper guy, hawking his stack
and the star of the scene is one kid running
with an unpaid apple, weaving between a
sea of pressed pants and swishy dresses
to slip behind a trash can in his private alley
and enjoy his prize
now can you imagine a fruit that would
taste sweeter than one stolen by a street
kid, who’s stomach is growling?
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