Memorial Day 2013: In Honor of Myron “Bud” Hoger – My Grandpa


Happy Memorial Day! Whether you are grilling, camping, picnicking, or doing whatever, I hope you have a great day today. Even if you are unfortunate enough to have to work, I hope you are able to find some time to relax. My Memorial Day consists of a business lunch with David, my partner at GreenPRINT. After that I’ll spend some time with my family. Not too bad of a Memorial Day since I’ll be with cool people.

Memorial DayGoing with the theme of today’s post, I dedicate this entry to my grandfather Myron “Bud” Hoger who fought in World War II. I have his dog tags (unfortunately one tag is a replica), which I often wear for good luck. Bud earned two purple hearts during his service. One was from getting frostbite on his feet while standing guard in the snow. The other was from getting hit with shrapnel. He was walking in a line with four other soldiers, two in front of him and two in back. An explosion killed the other men who were with him. My grandfather was fortunate enough to survive. My son and I are fortunate for that also.

In 2006 I started a monthly zine called Hyper Star which ran for eight issues. In the seventh issue my father submitted a piece about his father/my grandfather titled “In Honor of Myron (Bud) Hoger – My Dad.” The piece consisted of a few poems and jokes that my grandfather used to say. I had heard a couple of them while he was alive, but the others were new to me.

In the spirit of remembering my grandfather I am posting my father’s piece about his father. This is “In Honor of Myron (Bud) Hoger – My Dad” by my Dad.



When I was a kid, my father would tell me the dumbest poems. Now, they touch my heart and I just wanted to share them with you all.

OK here goes…

The dog stood on the burning deck…
The flames grew higher ’round his neck…
Hot dog!!

If the ocean was whiskey…
And I was a duck….
I’d swim to the bottom….
And never come up.

What’s the difference between a duck?
One foot is both the same!

The man in the flan
Quite liked his gran
She was rather triangular, too
The man in the flan
In a frying pan
Was absolutely nothing like you.

Explosions explain
Why I must ascertain
Why I painted my curtains blue
I do this, oh my
To simply imply
That I rather enjoy the view.



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