A Cub Koda Story
submitted by Ed Vogel
A childhood friend gives us a glimpse of Cub as a kid!
For a couple of years, in the 1958-60 period, I think, I was the best friend
of Michael "Cub" Koda. He moved to the little town of Clinton, Mich.
He was short, full of guts and the guy every girl loved and every jock hated.
I remember at recess he would stand on the merry-go-round
and sing while the girls pushed it around and around. He said then he would
be a singer. You knew he would be. He was brash and he was good. And he took
the name "Cub" from Cubbie on the Mickey Mouse Club.
Jocks would try to pick fights with him. They envied his popularity.
He was mouthy and did not buy into their garbage. He also did not hesitate
to shock his teachers and classmates. I remember when we were in 7th grade
he brought up that he looked at Playboy. We had no idea what that magazine
was. He had to explain it to me and other members of the class. The teacher
sent him to the principal. You can bet a lot of us looked at Mike's Playboys
Clinton was the typical hick town. Fifteen hundred people
in the whole town. Mike, as I called him, was "advanced" for his
age. He spent the night at my house a couple of times. I liked him, looked
up to him, admired him. We were just friends. Good students. He was outspoken,
I was shy.
When we were about 12, he moved away, about 10 miles away
to the town of Manchester. His father, I think,owned the newspaper.
Since we were too young to drive and nobody could afford a
long-distance telephone call in those days, I lost track of Mike. I realize
he went on to a degree of fame with Brownsville Station. I moved far from
Michigan and never had a chance to see him when he was successful.
Only in recent years did I learn through a fellow newspaperman
with the Las Vegas Review-Journal that Mike had a long career as a writer.
I was pleased since I also chose writing as a career.
Then about a year ago I learned he had died. I am sorry I
did not try to become reacquainted with him. But I want his family and friends
to know what a great guy he was. At 11-years-old, Mike Koda was a rebel.
He spoke out. He gave a lot of us hope. Power to people like him..
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