"Hamburger! How are you?"

"Hamburger, how's your daughter doing?"

"Rachael! Good morning."

"Where are you going, Hamburger?"

Is it because he knows I don't eat meat, and might think this term of endearment offensive?

Furthermore, why "Hamburger"

And why do I still hear him singing the words "Merry Christmas" over and over while he's preparing his lunch in the breakroom? Is he confused by the festive lights that I have not yet taken down?

And why do I think of him so much? Even at home. Even in my lulling moments. Bob Rose, Bob Rose. I think about what i'd like to knit for you. A Rose pink cap that would wash the winter white of your hair and skin out, and meet the old man roses of your cheeks half way.

But sometimes you are a cratchy jerk.

The broad appeal of Santa Claus, the hermetic engageingness of Merlin, all rolled in one roll. You are enigmatic.