Jonathan Bracker

Quaffing a medium mug of a Belgian ale Brewed, the brasserie sign says, since 1240, What a surprise to have Hutch Hutchinson’s name Surface in my only slightly befuddled brain! Hutch whom I have not thought of for a lifetime. But then, I did not know him well; Boys together, we were not chums. Only,

Just Down Wilkinson Street, He Lived I was still yet a boy, And weasel-faced Warren Metcalf was Also. But he was the leader Of a gang, of which I was not a part Though I yearned to be. One day – just that one – he relented, Letting me range with them Through our neighborhood;