Memories on an Easter’s Eve

Memories on an Easter’s Eve

Walking Silly was his Native American name, he was, after all one thirty-second Abenaki Indian. His White Man’s name was William but we called him Billy. He was an absolutely wonderful child and I remember each and every stage:

The Prince of Fort Lauderdale holding court at the Bizarre Bazaar,

The Creative Star of the Western Carolina Mountains,

The King of the Kids in Belleview (or was it the Tiny Terminator).

The young leader of the three mutineers.

Then came Ocala and things were never quite the same,

… at least for me.
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2014; all rights reserved

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