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Posted on 05/31/2015 9:13:36 AM PDT by golux
To the memory of Free Republic’s “Kenny Bunk.”
Continue to love each other like brothers, and remember always to welcome strangers, for by doing this, some people have entertained angels without knowing it. Hebrews 13, 1-2
Our FRiend Kenny Bunk passed away this weekend.
He had many compatriots and admirers here, and so I thought I would tell you a little more about him, in order that you might in a small way celebrate his life as I do.
Kenny knew the classics (or the western canon, generally) inside and out, and was a focused, passionate student of ancient and modern history. His raw knowledge and patriot’s heart allowed him to know himself and his world – our world – through a powerful trans-historical scope with ‘individual liberty’ at the center of the cross-hairs.
We all know patriots for whom these intellectual qualities, in the context of our general enslavement and dependence, result in a degree of constant personal misery. For Kenny they added a delightful depth to his natural levity. Kenny was very smart, and very, very funny.
Kenny loved people – individuals of all kinds – and loved making them happy. No matter if he was in a great hurry (or if his companions were!), he would always notice when someone else was having a bad day, engage them in any number of languages and across any racial or sociocultural boundary, and proceed to “fix.” Sometimes he helped them with a task, sometimes he complimented them or their work in some way, and sometimes he just plain entertained them in his quirky, gentlemanly, magnetic way, but he always succeeded.
How many checkout girls, waiters, attendants, and others who crossed his path he left smiling with their “days made” can never be counted. He did it all the time, every day. In white bucks and a blue blazer he would notice a yard worker was having problems with a mower, would walk over and share a few jokes in Spanish with the guy, then get on his knees and fix the thing.
Kenny Bunk could fix just about anything with materials on-hand, from a bad mood to a shattered mid-pressure oil line on the back of a diesel engine. This he did, in my presence, in jacket-and-tie, underway in the Chesapeake on a snowy, dressy, Christmas champagne cruise in mid-December. The oil line aft had simply shattered along a three inch section, and naturally there was no replacement of this peculiar part on the boat. So Kenny took the body of a metal pen, lined it with some high-temp rubber he deftly shaved off a fuel line, secured the whole business with an array of hose clamps, re-filled oil, started the engine and had another sip of champagne. He did MacGyver stuff like that all the time. I know, because we sailed many thousands of miles in and offshore, and enjoyed many dangerous and delightful adventures together.
I paint a picture of a very William F. Buckley sort of character. He was very much that in character and countenance; coincidentally as a younger man he took care of WFB’s (bowsprit-nosed) sailboat, CYRANO. I am pleased to imagine the Heavenly crew reunited in the cockpit over a decent “high church” whiskey.
Kenny Bunk was Christ-like in many ways. He did difficult good deeds daily, he loved God and prayed with some frequency, he was selfless generally, and joyfully, happily sacrificed much of his time and energies for others.
But he could also cuss at a truly super-human level. Somehow, a combination of Catholic schools, time turning wrenches, a lost love or two, world-travel including substantial time in the middle east, and hard knocks at sea turned this angel into a man capable of creating, in words, scenes so extraordinarily blasphemous, and so impossibly imaginative as to make the devil himself blush. Attempt to assist Kenny when he’s trying to crack a frozen lug-nut and you’ll soon be doubled over in tears of laughter!
Many is the time his zesty imagination and powerful mind left us wiping away tears.
You were part of the crew, too. You and Free Republic were an important part of his life. I hope you will pause for a moment in the next days to raise a glass to him.
REQUIESCAT IN PACE
My dear friend
“Kenny Bunk” aka BIG FRANK
And may we meet again in His eternal Kingdom.
Beloved, you are faithful in all that you do for the brothers, even though they are strangers to you; they have testified to your love before the church. You will do well to help them in a way worthy of God as they continue their journey. (3 Jn 1:5-6)
WTF?!?! This sucks...:(
RIP Kenny. You’re already missed.
Praying for his immortal soul. God keep him.
What a delightful man! He will be missed. FR won’t be the same without him.
Condolences to his family.
RIP Kenny.
I remember reading a lot of great posts authored by you.
Kenny Bunk prayers.
RIP, prayers going up and hugs going out to his family and friends. He will be missed!
Prayers up.
Oh, no. Prayers.
I feel as if I now ‘know’ your dear friend. Thank you for sharing and I add my prayers to his family and friends.
I had no idea! Thanks....
RIP Big Frank...
RIP
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God bless and hold dear our FRiend Kenny Bunk.
Thank you so much for your wonderful tribute to Kenny Bunk.
God bless you, dearest golux.
So many Freepers gone since I’ve been here.
Rest in Peace, and prayers for the family.
I join in prayer for all the loved ones, God's peace and blessing, as you deal with his homegoing.
Nooooooooooooo. No. No!!!
He and I just had a funny little exchange going the other day. http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/news/3291118/posts?page=45#44
This is just not ok. RIP, friend. The world is more serious now that you have left and I dont [bleeping] like it. Tears for you.
:’)
Our loss ... till we meet again. Godspeed, FRiend.
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