Time, time. There is never enough of it. I have enough time to put up a couple of photos I saved from Shorpy.com and recommend you read Victor's piece of his memory of the shocking event of fifty years ago. I may or may not remember the front page of The Sun. I was six and I really don't know. What a terrible thing it must have been to be covered in your husband's blood and brains and trying to hold intact what remained inside his head. There is no doubt Jacqueline Kennedy was glamorous, but was she particularly good looking?
I am often given to pondering what the first white people must have
thought of the weird creatures in Australia when they first arrived on
our shores. I can recall reading a description of a platypus written by
an incredulous author. As our waterways become cleaner, platypus are
being found close to the middle of our large cities. As we voraciously
eat into the land surrounding out cities, so too are kangaroos eating into ours. They may not be bounding along Bourke Street, but they have been seen in Victoria Parade.