Volkswagen Parade at Campal
At my age you do not need much to jog your memory, give a tug and they
tumble, bumping each other. Think of me...says one pushing the other. Here I
am... says one from a forgotten corner. Don’t go there you will not be happy,
and so it is with each of them jostling one another, all waiting to be heard.
And so it was when I tumbled upon the Volkswagen parade in Campal, all
the memories came in at a rush.
There was my classy friend Shelley D’Costa and her chic VW
Ronnie of course his purple VW.
All memories tumbling out, running past, chugging.
Braz driving all the way from Iran in his VW Bus.
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