
Home for a Holiday
Things were a lot busier at Sydney Airport than when I last travelled at the start of the year. First, there was the security queue. For some odd reason, the … Read the rest “Home for a Holiday”
As my genealogical information reveals, Lismore has been the hometown for various members of my family for about 100 years. Although I’ve been living away, effectively, since the end of high school, it’s still home. “Do you still have family there?”, people will often ask me. The answer is YES, LOTS. My plan is retire home to Lismore sometime in the next 5-10 years.

Things were a lot busier at Sydney Airport than when I last travelled at the start of the year. First, there was the security queue. For some odd reason, the … Read the rest “Home for a Holiday”

Every year in my hometown (Lismore) there are at least one or two occasions when the Wilson’s River floods. The earliest “big flood” I recall was in March 1974 (when … Read the rest “Lismore Flood Stories”

One of my earliest ventures into talk radio was at about the age of thirteen, doing some vox pops (interviews in the street) with people in Lismore about the recently … Read the rest “Lismore’s Roundabouts”

Almost fifty years later I can still remember the smell and the thud of the rubber ink stamp going into my passbook. Back then, everyone had a Commonwealth Bank account, … Read the rest “South Lismore”

There was a moment a few days ago when a couple of older family members took an afternoon nap, and I was awfully tempted to join them. But I had … Read the rest “Lismore Reflections”

My heart sunk when the announcement came over the public address system at Sydney Airport. “There may be a slight delay in leaving, as we have a requirement for all … Read the rest “Flying Home”

Conscious that I sometimes share material on other platforms that never makes “the cut” here on my blog, I will start sharing a few bits and pieces here also. These … Read the rest “October Socials”

There was a very strange feeling at Sydney Airport today. Though of course there are times when it can be reasonably quiet there, there’s always at least some “buzz” around … Read the rest “Flying Home”