Please be patient with me regarding the "blog protocol" I am just beginning. I would like very much to converse with anyone who has an interest in my brother Michael Bloomfield or any question regarding his life as seen through his little brothers eyes. In my last post I assumed that readers might have had remembrances of his humor and personality, this maybe my wish full thinking. Let me share one instance of his irascibility
I had the misfortune of having the same biology teacher he had. Vern Condon was a old curmudgeon afflicted with the shakes and a short fuse. As he read off the attendance for the first day of classes when he came across my name he yelped and said "not again, never again."
Nice beginning? I asked an aid what's with that? He then related that Michael almost sent Vern to the nervous hospital. I was then told that Mr. Condon always assigned a critter collection be it insects, butterflies, a small rodent which counted for a large part of your grade. Because the school we attended was ranked one of the top in the nation most of the critter collections were museum quality. Michael of course could give a shit. The day it was due Michael frantically searched the cabinets for a petri dish. Upon locating one he commenced to baptise it with a Huge hocker and then handed it to Vern saying "I have a whole civilization of critters for you."
Michael's parting shot was finding a human fetus in a jar, shaking it vigorously and yelling out, "it's the Gerber bouncing baby" He was suspended for that.
Michael was outrageous.