Ed’s LETTER
Until then, nay world had been defined as Benoni-with-the-odd-Boksburg-adventure-to-see-my-gran — but now we were getting into my mom’s VW Beetle and going to visit The Sea. It was 1969,
MY EARLIEST MEMORY OF BEING ON HOLIDAY WAS A TRIP TO SCOTTBURGH. THIS WAS A BIG DEAL TO ME.
