Dennis all though we have never met , indeed on two occasions we nearly made it, I also have these reveries, especially on days like today, when the early spring sunshine beckons me into the garden. Praise be my sons and grandsons have chosen wisely with regard to their future and I am sure will always be in work.
Whatever threats endanger their way of life will have to be dealt with by them , as indeed we did in our time . And what a time it has been :
I saw the multi engined Brabazon with propellers spinning into the dying days of air travel before the advent of jet aircraft . I remember Geraldo, Semprini, Montivani and Victor Sylvester, Billy Cotton and Ted Heath before rock and roll hit us like an atom bomb. We all recall when dungarees gave way to blue jeans. No doubt most recall the days when our folks could finally afford a radio gram, a telephone, and yes a tiny 12 inch black and white tele. The Moon and now Mars , mobile phones, computers, electric motor cars, ( my step father drove a steam driven lorry).
In 1953 I purchased my first bike, I was 14 and had never had one before. That glorious Dayton racing bike with half chromed front forks and painted in a cheerful sunshine yellow was my pride and joy; I think fondly of it still. It carried me from Mitcham to Box Hill, Hampton Court, Farnham, Windsor, which sustained me until I could finally really travel on those magnificent merchant ships. Bikes are coming back in Melbourne, cycle paths everywhere, much to the chagrin of motorists.
So my friend although Cam may go on vacation to the budget resorts of Moon Valley or Mars Beach make sure he remembers your Golden Years, for they are to be treasured.
Best regards to you mate and our fellow dreamers, Neil "Mort" Morton.
