My hip hurts from running,
Only a normal amount,
The soreness will be gone
In the morning.

This is a good thing,
Certainly, my discomfort
Being temporary,
Is nothing like that in The Swamp.

I bet the pain of running from
ACCOUNTIBILITY
Has got to hurt more
Than a little Ralph run.

Better to for a run
Than be on the run
I’m doing another seven tomorrow
The orange one must be sprinting.

Set in the years
After that one war
That was supposed to end them all,
During the start of those roaring years,
And a bit before the greatest economic disaster ever,
An unknown chemist to me,
Is trying to figure out
How to make rubber
Pretty and stable,
Easy and hard,
Practical and profitable.
He scribbles notes in haste and absent-mindedness
Only sure that they exist within his head,
Not for some low rent hack writer
With dreams of investigative skills,
DuPont curiosity, and
Time to kill in that professional limbo
Where brain cells have become so drunk with boredom
That they do not possess enough power
To conduct thought.
Lieban, if that’s your name,
You’re a mystery,
But an accelerator in way
You never expected.
I’m bouncing off the walls.
Boing, Boing, Boing…

Today, two friends gave me notebooks from the early 1900s that have notes and observations written in the most sloppy handwriting ever. I am going to attempt to decipher the notes and see if there is a story there. Suppose that this is some sort of major invention that came to make life easier. I’m guessing without having started that the chemist was working on something for transportation or the military because one of the only words I recognized right away was “rubber.” I have no idea, though, only curiosity and my own notebook and observations to figure it out.

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Anonymity in sloppy handwriting
Has confounded my search
For what you were developing.

Hard rubber, grinders
Chemicals for exothermic reactions,
Heat,
Stability,
1917,
Brakes?
Some parts for a weapon?

Why didn’t you have better penmanship?
It would have made this project much easier.
Your p’s rarely loop,
You printed E and B with little regard for their difference.

I guess Lieban will be your name,
The first part looks like Chris,
But that Ch could be a U, and
Who knows what the rest of those letters are,
They trail off into some engineer’s hieroglyphic,
Of mystery.

CYA,
LOL,
FOH,
Is this what I went to school for?

Practice time,
Year round workouts,
Hours of homework,
Is that what they come to school for?

FOH,
That’s my favorite one,
It’s called graduation,
Retirement.