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Outback Directions

   I never had a good sense of direction. ( absolutely none). I always blamed this weakness that I had evidently developed during my  young adulthood years on my City upbringing.

As a young person if I ever found myself a little bit lost I inevitably reverted to checking directioout the numbers located at front and rear of passing buses.

Buses as a rule have a set route and standing at a bus stop in a city it seemed a quite a natural progressing to develop a growing awareness and understanding that certain bus numbers stick rigidly to a particular route.

 As a youth in the city and finding myself under a rising sun when my only known direction was an awareness that I was heading rapidly towards sobering up. I relied heavily on knowing that the “38 bus” went past my local library and headed up the hill toward, Past the Odeon Picture house, then did a U turn and did the reverse route.

This meant that if I found myself looking at a  38 bus and also a 72 bus, I had a cross reference. The result being that if my  wristwatch said 6.45 A.M. I had no problem navigating my way to work.

Emigrating to Australia I found some of Basic rules my father taught me. One of them being my  ability to locate the North Star to be totally obsolete. On several occasions I found myself blankly looking at the night sky wondering what the hell had happened to “The Stars”. I will admit it, Southern skies to this day totally confuse me. . .  I suspect that some things need to be learned young.

I write this note to excuse myself from an incident that happened when I was working in an outback pub.  On one rainy day I received a phone call from a local resident checking the road conditions. “Was it Raining?”  Asked the caller. “Yes,” I said. “what direction is it coming from”. “This totally stumped me. “It is coming from UP and its heading DOWN” I said.

Author:

I have always had a wonderful memory. when I say “wonderful memory” what I really mean is that I rarely if ever recall horrible things like the weather. I never recall cold or frosty mornings, or even 24 hours of anything dull or boring that might have happened before or after a memorable event, the happy result being all my life's memories are wonderful. Peculiar as it may sound to anyone who might be reading this, I have absolutely marvelous memories that range from breaking one or more of my bones to hanging upside down from an upper branch of an Oak tree with my ankle wedged between two branches. I have heard stories about people that have totally removed from their recollection painful events that had previously occurred in their life. I can believe this because at this precise moment I can recall nothing that was not absolutely wonderful. If by chance I have ever blocked out anything painful I would consider this possibility to be just another wonderful thing. I intend to Blog about my friends and memories on these pages.

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