Gordon is an older bloke like me,
he builds swimming pools for a
crust; the California disease – a
hole with water in it to ratify status.
He has no pretentions, at least not
when we discuss issues of the day,
and to us they are few but always
coloured in a packed language
evoking memories from multi-
dimensional and quite dissimilar
histories. I get the feel that we just
like discovering more of each other
in those weekly conversations. We
yarned about venomous snakes that
day, the elapid kind, politics hasn’t been
vented yet. Gordy knows a whole lot less
than I do but tells it better – and I listen
attentively; these days one doesn’t get
too many opportunities to hear a
master raconteur at work.
© I.D. Carswell 2007-01-22
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