Some forty years ago yesterday, I could well have been sitting on my grandparent's gate post in South Oakleigh, watching the traffic and listening to my transistor radio, tuned to 3XY, Where No Wrinklies Fly.
Occasionally in the background I would hear my grandparents call out, 'Come inside, before you get taken'. I ignored them but I really wanted to ask, 'Grandma, if I get taken by a big strong man, what will he do to me?'
Forty years later find me sitting on our balcony, watching traffic. It is a little different. I am still watching the traffic, but watching the weather too. My radio is now digital rather than a transistor and I am listening ABC News Radio and not a pop/rock radio station. Oh, that lad crossing the road looks cute in his singlet.
Some things change, but the essence doesn't.