Story Archive
- THREE GENTLE STORIES IN THE AGE OF TRUMP
- THE STAGE - FINALLY I AM ON IT
- BROKEN
- THE ROAD
- THE WEIGHT OF THINGS
- RANDOM THOUGHTS AND ACHING BONES
- FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD
- Vale Tommie
- A BIG WALK - Step by Step
- IN DEFENCE OF NIMBIN
- SLEEPING WITH THE ANGELS
- THE LADY BUSHRANGER
- OUT OF THE SHIRE
- THE SOUND OF RAIN
- AND SO IT BEGINS - The Great Australian Crawl.
- NO MANS LAND
- THE FROG IN THE TOILET BOWL
- LEN BENCE - THE ARTIST WARRIOR
- SWAGMAN IN SEARCH OF A CONCEPT
- THE GERMAN ABORIGINAL
- NOT LONG NOW
- LOTS OF THINGS COMING
- DAD'S COMING
- THE BEING LEFT ALONE FEELING
- YES - I STOLE THE CHOCOLATE
- THE OLD COAT
- THE PARTY
- MEMORIES
- DOG WALKING IN A CEMETERY
- MY KENNEL IS GOING UNDER THE HAMMER!
- DAD'S BACK
- THE BIG CHILL
- THINGS HAPPEN THAT YOU DON'T KNOW WILL HAPPEN
- THE NEW KENNEL
- ALFRED STIEGLITZ - THE ELOQUENT EYE
- AN IDEA FOR DINGO DAY!
- THE GARDENS OF STONE
- DON'T RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT!
- MOTHER'S DAY
- TODAY
- THE NIGHT LINDA JAIVIN DROPPED ME
- Old Nana
- SIMPATICO
- Nuggets
- THE WUFFINGTON POST-2
- C-C-C-C-CHANGES
- THE WUFFINGTON POST-1
- MAKE MY DAY
- A NEW YEARS DAY LIKE ANY OTHER!
- RECIPES FROM OLD SOULS
- A DOG'S CHRISTMAS
- Well this is Christmas!
- MY NEW BOOK IS COMING!
- OLD MAN - OLD GRIEF
- GOD - WHAT A FORTNIGHT WE'VE HAD
- WILLIAM-JAMES HAS ARRIVED
- CAESAR'S ISLAND
- I HAVE LOST MY EAR-ECTION
- BUSTED IN BOULIA
- YEE HAA! ITS THE HARTS RANGE RACE DAY
- TRULY ... THERE WERE ANIMALS EVERYWHERE
- Old Man Hermann
- THERE IS AN ART TO BEGGING
- ROLL UP -- ROLL UP - ITS THE TRAVELING R&R SHOW
- MOLLY & ME
- EDITING A LIFE
- BUZZ ... BABBLE ... BUBBLE ... BURRA ... BACKHOUSE
- THE MAGIC KENNEL & ROAD TRAINS WITHOUT CATTLE
- I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START
- CREATIVE DRIVES - BEAUTIFUL VOICES - MISSIONARY PLAINS.
- WHAT A WEEK WE'VE HAD
- I'VE GOT A MAN CRUSH ON BEN HALL
- GOING GOING GOING ..... GONE
- I LOVE WRITING ABOUT SNIFFING & EATING
- THE DIVING BELL & THE BUTTERFLY
- ROADIES, GERMANS & A JAPANESE ADVENTURER
- THE MAD DASH
- MY NEW COAT
- DOES DAD THINK I'M STUPID?
- THE ITALIAN PENTHOUSE
- I AM POWERLESS OVER COWS
- ON THE EDGE OF THE WORLD
- COMING HOME
- BLOG ON BLOGGING - THREE MONTHS WRAP
- ROLLING OVER
- CONTACT & THE DINGO
- SAD BUT BEAUTIFUL
- VICTORY WITHOUT TRIUMPH IN HAY
- ALISON HUNT - SENIOR DESERT WOMAN
- I AM NOT ANGRY - JUST A LITTLE DISSAPOINTED
- HOLIDAY WITH THE CHOOKS
- EAGLE HAWK NECK
- MAX IN HAHNDORF
- WHAT ABOUT THE HANDSOME PEOPLE?
- DRUGS & RADISHES
- MY NAME is TOM AND I AM AN OVER EATER
- BOGGED AND STRANDED
- BUTT NAKED IN MORGAN
- ON THE ROAD AGAIN
- The CHEF, the ABORIGINALS, the BLOND & the BULL
- A SADHU OF THE OUTBACK
- CONDOMS & BIRD SEED
- TOMMIE, STEVE AND KIRA
- ADELAIDE AND BACK
- GUNNING READY OR NOT
- AN IDEA IS ANSWERED
- TOMMIE
MAKE MY DAY

Raymond
Megalong Valley, New South Wales
How's the WAR AGAINST TERROR going? Have we managed to bomb a bit of peace back into the world yet. Surely after the collateral damage in Irag and Afghanistan and all the other countries who don't believe in "freedom" they would have learnt something.
What about the WAR ON DRUGS - Probably about as successful as the one being waged on POVERTY that sees the top one percent oozing wealth, money dripping out of every pore like sauce from a Big Mac.
There is another war, less acknowledged and with as much chance of success. It is being waged in the suburban yards and in the inner cities. It is a constant fight taken up in the courtyards of apartment buildings and in parks and offices alike. There is no street where the sounds of battle are not heard, usually about 8 o'clock in the morning but only if you'd wanted to grab a bit more sleep.
Yes, its the WAR ON LEAVES. The battle is enjoined by gardeners and maintenance men. Indeed guerilla activity has reached the suburban streets where late on a perfect Sunday afternoon an overweight man who could well do with a bit of exercise, like say a bit of sweeping, blows those leaves away.
We know what Clint Eastward would say to an autumn leaf about to drop off a tree.
Next to trucks that go beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep every time they reverse, no matter what time of the day, even at 6am in the morning while you are trying to catch up on lost sleep due to the blowers, the WAR ON LEAVES is about as insane as human beings get.
It goes to the our values as a society. I have challenged the occasional leaf blowing soldier about their carnage of wind. The response is always the BOTTOM LINE. It's Cheaper. Really! By how much? At what cost? For whom?
You know when you sense something is going to happen and it is only a matter of waiting, like Tony Abbott saying something stupid? Well I knew that THE DUELING BLOWERS would happen eventually. I heard them before I saw them. There they were, two shirtless young gardeners blowing in tandom, lost in a cloud of leaves and dust, SHOCK & AWE in downtown Coogee, making this goddam city safe from leaves.
There are those that say - hey, they are only blowing them somewhere else - or - I love leaves - both, of course, are right.
I haven't even mentioned petrol fumes or men finding their expression of masculinity by blowing leaves off the driveway. I don't have to because I am writing from the Megalong Valley. It is a beautiful day. Tommie sits outside on the verandah. Leaves fall gently making a compost to contain the forest's moisture. Over time they will break down and return their nutrients to the soil.
Falling leaves make my day.
Raymond