I knew nothing about abelard bassett.
my natural father, whom I knew just
four years before he was killed in that wreck
with phil’s pop and dana’s mom — the summer
we all turned seventeen together — pop
used to tell me all the time about him
and his friends and drinking buddies and all
the good times they’d have weekends at yella’s.
on my nineteenth birthday, as I was the
latest born among us, dana and phil
and me — along with dave and cindy blair,
carla, lori, sean, and jeff all met for drinks
and made ourselves a promise to meet each
year at this second home, the yella dove.
David M Pitchford
19 May 2012