Jimmy

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A slice of Alice on Anzac Day.

We emerged from the lovely Diplomat Motor Inn, we’d missed the Dawn Service but comforted ourselves with the thought that the ANZAC’s would have rather been in a comfy bed too.  Still, we might get a glimpse of the March ?

So out we trundled when suddenly with a clatter of the security door this apparition burst upon us.

“What time is it “ ?  He said.

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“8:05” we replied.

“Is that NT time” ?  He said.

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“Yes it is” we replied.  We exchanged names and hand shakes.  Relief all around.

”Thank Gawd”, said he, “I missed the bus yesty, and it’s 5 hours out to the Station”

“Why did you miss your bus Jimmy” we asked ?

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Jimmy looked sideways and smiled

“Well, you see, I hadn’t had a beer for five weeks” !

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Kristen and Billy sprang from the loins of 4 heroic ancestors. They roamed the Earth separately for an Age, playing the zither, predicting earthquakes, calling bingo games, eating sponge cakes, and watching old movies on tv. They were schooled by the Dominicans and the Christian Bros, what taught them their letters and scribbling skills. So, rudely equipped, and with a missal full of hymns in their hearts they stepped forth into the world. Kristen and Billy tried to keep the hippy flame alive as they strove and stumbled through work, like Kane from Kung-Fu crossed with Pollyanna, finding both good and evil in the hearts of men, ( but mainly good). They filled out time sheets and instead of villains punched the clock over and over again. Finally, the dark clouds parted, the sun shone through, they met each other, stopped punching and started living. Now they are two wide eyed, clickety hipped, post career dislocated hippies looking to get lost in a big wide world.