• Fly on Kalakaua
    Long after my "Bunky" days, I had a part-time job that was mainly driving a delivery van around the island of Oahu in Hawaii.  Anyhow, one afternoon I was driving down Kalakaua Avenue through the center of  Waikiki.  I had stopped at a red light when a fly suddenly flew through the open van window, up into my nose, and then flew groggily out of my surprised mouth. My eyes popped out...
  • It's a Bunky
    I was suddenly yanked out into brightness--pulled up by my feet and slapped on my behind!“It’s a Bunky!” someone exclaimed.I was a “Bunky.”  Here a “Bunky,” there a “Bunky,” everywhere a “Bunky.”  I crawled around the floor as a “Bunky”—rode through the town in a baby-buggy as a “Bunky.”  I couldn’t understand the words people around me said, but I knew what they were saying.“What’s...
  • Fly Surprise
    As strange as the incident in Waikiki was, it wasn’t the first time I had a fly flying in my mouth.  It was actually the second time.  The first time was during my pre-walking “Bunky” period in our modest Red Bank, New Jersey house.  I crawled around the floor like a pre-historic Rumba vacuum cleaner, licking up any scrap that didn’t move.  If I didn’t like the scrap, I would g...
  • Thirst
    I was wheeled out of an elevator and through some rehab gym-like structure into an office on the edge of the wooden floor.  There, left sitting alone in my wheelchair, a full-page magazine advertisement under the glass desktop in front of me, grabbed my attention.  It was the picture of an ice-cold glass of Coca-Cola!  It was soo inviting... sooo icy… Was this part of my Rehab? ...
  • Red in the Barbarshop
    It was my first time in a barbershop.  My first time in the big barber chair.  I watched the barber in the mirror as he menacingly snipped a pair of scissors at the air above my head. “Okay Red,” he grinned, “Off it comes!” I cried.My father, his reflection in the mirror reassured me, “Don’t worry, Bunky.  It won’t hurt.”‘It won’t?” I sniffled.“Nah, you’ll be just fine,” he said.I w...
  • Church Confusion
    “I made a new friend today, Mommy.”“That’s so good to hear, Bunky.  Only your first week in Kindergarten, too.”“His name’s Tommy,” I said. “And he goes to church every Sunday.”“That’s nice.”“Mommy, what’s a church?”My mother, grasping for the right words finally said, “It’s a place where people get together and thank God.”“Is that the God you say, ‘God damn you!’ when you’re mad at Daddy?&nbs...


Robert Red-Baer

1950-Went to Tinton Falls Elementary School, N.J.
1962-Went to Monmouth Regional HS, N.J.
1964-Graduated US Army NCO Acadamy, Germany
1971-Graduated University of Hawaii with honors
1973-Red Heart Follies (Hawaii)
1975-Japan Prime Minister's Award (Video), among many
1985-Professor Edogawa University, Chiba Japan
2010-Retired in Japan