Corrections_Today_May_June_2019

From the Executive Director

There once was a man named Walter On the golf course he never would falter So, he would often amuse To cause others to lose Or change the score card altered One beautiful day On a course far away Stood a foursome of fine human beings The Reverend led by 5 strokes How to joke to cause him to choke By the end of the game The Reverend lost in a shame By laughing and missing 5 holes So, Walter he always would win Shaving the score, he knew was a sin But he didn’t care Cause we wouldn’t dare Wreck happiness over tonic and gin Today he looks down The Sheriff and Reverend just frown For they know that some day On a golf course far away Walter will play winning abound —By Walter’s friend and golf buddy, James A. Gondles Jr., CAE

The following poem was read on March 4, 2019, the day of Walter B. Ridley’s homegoing.

Rose illustration: istock/Mika_48

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