“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…Details
Two thought provoking articles, published within the last week are worth bringing together for a comment from this blog.
In today’s Age Sarah MacDonald mentions the popular show The Voice in passing reference to the reality that a lot more families now, are probably eating on the couch in front of the TV. The reason that is significant is that The Voice is the focus of the other article by Wendy Squires that appeared in the same paper this weekend past.Details
Arch walks us out to the car. We stand on the footpath outside his Lindisfarne home and look out over the Derwent River and the Tasman Bridge. For a few minutes we chat about the view. Arch is very understated. He says something about how you can get a good look at the water from a lot of angles in Hobart.Details
Late last century, a network of Melbourne boys’ schools were each asked to send a senior student, one of their finest, to an education conference. The organisers had dreamed up a heady topic, ‘Boys’ Education for the New Millenium’. Mark, a friend and mentor of many years, had phoned me and asked for some help in developing a youth panel session.Details