Wednesday, January 14, 2009
From Ned Van Woert
Somewhere I have a college pic of Stu "turtling". I can't find it, but it's probably embarassing enough just to mention it. One night at UCol Stu and I drove back from skiing, listening to "Best of Cream", only to discover when we got to our apartment that we'd never secured the skis in the ski rack. After 1.5 hours @ 70 mph miraculously the skis were still there! In our senior year, we joined Mr. & Mrs. Lazarus to celebrate Wendy & Stu's 21st birthday in New Haven. We went to a performance where a guy was playing very "psychedelic" Ravie Shankar-type music on this giant sitar. After about 20 minutes, Chuck leaned over to me, nodded to the performer, and whispered "don't ever get like that!" Stu and Wendy -- 39 years later, happy birthday!
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There once was a girl called Wendy
Who should have been called Shorty
With her sparkling eyes
She won Harley the prize
And off they went off to Cincy.
Wendy the Ohio dynamo
Meet Ruth and ice cream jamoca.
Then the coast beckoned
Woof got fed chicken
And both wound up in Sacto
But I got the double prize
For with Ruth’s love in my eyes
Came Harley and Shorty
Bagels and walks beachy
All great good friends and allies
Excluded from sisterhood hikes
Harley and I smile alike
With news and Bulgars
Under Tahoe bowers
Till our true loves come down the pike
So Happy Birthday Wendy
I am a poet so windy
Tis time to stop now
Ere I to the hoosegow
I’m sent for crimes poetry
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