Ross and Ferdi
She stood with two–year-
Old child, one
Guilder to her name,
so Dad took
her in, watched as she ate raw
buttered radishes.
Being Dutch, she reveled in
child’s play, so
Ross and I did just
that, on bicycles, in the
water, at soccer
putting on
toweling off shows
as we danced
through Bushnell’s Basin to points
far gone. Twenty five
years later a reunion
near Blackies-
by-the-Sea in warm
Costa Mesa provided
a chance to
know his wife, eat with his Mom,
camp out, while
caddying on the L
PGA tour. I
heard mother
and son moved back to Holland
as his Grand
parents aged. Orgies
of fun all around.
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