Mer synkroserendipitet

Somewhere beyond Poughkeepsie I opened my briefcase to glance at work documents. Protruding from a pocket was Chuck's gift. I opened the envelope and withdraw a booklet. Titled Dutch Nursery Rhymes in Colonical Times, the booklet was a reprint, made by the Holland Society of New York, of the 1889 original edited by a Mrs. E.P. Ferris. I turned the pages with some curiosity, because I knew next to nothing about the ancient Dutch presence in America. (...) There was a poem (in English) titled \"The Christmas Race, a True Incident of Rensselaerwyck.\" Rensselaerwyck was, I surmised, precisely the district through which my train was now travelling. Stimulated by the coincidence, I gave the poem my closer attention.