“Wing Commander?” “HERE” “Rear Admiral?” “HERE” “Bullwinkle?” “HERE” “Peterson?” “HERE” “Nobby Stiles?” “Yeah I’m here dad… don’t call me Nobby” “Okay son… sorry. What is it you want to be called again?” And, the truth is I don’t remember the name he chose. These pseudonyms were for the roll call we had, each time members…
DetailsTowards the end of our conversation, I pull my glasses down from the top of my head. They’ve been sitting on recently washed hair. So, through wet, fogged up lenses, I make out the name, Giovanna. Giovanna and I have just shared a conversation that you don’t get the chance to have when you are taking…
Details“Mum, some people are really lonely,” said the Wolf of Bell Street. “This lady I just met, I’m the first person she has spoken to today. You know the great thing about getting your quota early, is you can just chat with the person. I knew she didn’t want to buy solar panels, so I…
DetailsIt is April 2005 – the first time I became aware of the remarkable Celia Lashlie. I reckon most of the other 959 delegates at the Working with Boys, Building Fine Men conference were encountering her for the first time too. This unassuming lady walked to the middle of the stage, in Jeff’s Shed (Melbourne’s…
DetailsIt was one of those times where the internal prompt to just step up and say ‘thanks’ was strong. David had offered something very simple and, at the same time, brilliant the day before. A conference for people connected with boys’ schools from all around the world had just closed and as delegates were leaving…
Details“Mind if I play with you guys?” “No worries,” I say, shaking hands with the man in the sunglasses, “My name’s Bill and this is my son Jack.” “I’m Andrew.” We are on the first tee of a brilliant little nine-hole course nestled into the foreshore of Apollo Bay, our annual summer holiday spot. One…
DetailsThe two of us loaded our overnight gear into the boot at the front of the old ‘Volksy’. Just the two of us. That meant that the little red headed kid got the prime front seat propped up right next to dad. In 1973, dad took me on a journey up the old Hume Highway…
DetailsToday’s post is released on the tenth anniversary of many of us going to work or turning up at school, the morning after the night before. The terrorist attacks in the USA of Tuesday morning September 11, 2001 were beamed into Australia in the evening. Here in Melbourne we are fourteen hours ahead of New…
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