11 x 365 Nick (2)

You are the real Nick from my past - or rather the real Nicky. You were my favourite boy when I was 10. My dad referred to you (affectionately) as "the great unwashed." Two interesting and enduring facts about you: 1. your grandfather is a famous American poet ("I think that I shall never see, a poem as beautiful as a tree...") and 2. when you came back from a year in France when you were 11 you told me you had got your winter coat off a dead midget while you were there. For years after I had visions of France as being a war-torn country littered with bodies. I have been meaning to ask you about this for 30 years.