A laugh for troubled times

A MAN was riding his Harley-Davidson along the Monash Freeway to get to Port Melbourne to catch the Tasmanian ferry. Suddenly the sky clouded and, in a booming voice, the Lord said: “Because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish.” The biker pulled over and…

An Hypnotic Murder. Part four.

William woke the next morning, tired, stress and in tears. The first thing he did was to ring Mungo Park. “Mr Park’s office is unattended at the moment. Please ring back after 9.00 am and we will be happy to take your call.” William, showered, dressed and went down to a coffee shop just opposite…

Dreamed a murder Part three

The next night William knocked on the door of Mr Mungo Park the hypnotist and they both sat down and started going through the diaries. William took 1986 and Mungo took 1987. There was nothing of interest in either. Mungo started on 1988 and very quickly they both studied it in-depth. In William’s year nine…

Murder part two.

‘Well if you want me to, I can find out what this is all about. But you have to let me hypnotize you and find out just exactly why you thought it was important enough to write these notes to yourself.’ “So, am I going to start clucking like a chook? ‘No, It will be…

He dreamed a murder. Part one

  When William woke on the morning of seventeenth of September he did not feel well. He had a restless time trying to sleep. It had been unusually cold. But the most puzzling thing was the note scribbled on his bedside table. It was written on a page torn from his notebook and it said,…

Harry.

I’d known the old fellow for most of my life and I last saw him about a week before he died. He knew he was dying and he was quite happy to talk about his life both the good bits and the bad. He had left his wife after twenty years of Wedded Acrimony and…

Into Exile

Originally posted on toritto:
I walk the old streets and realize they tore down the Endicott Theater to put up a savings bank in the same space where Poppa and I saw “Blood and Sand”. And Fat Tony’s Luncheonette where we’d stroll for a Mello Roll or a Charlotte Russe after; and Poppa is long…

The truth and something like the truth

Some of my stories are 100% the truth but I have lived a fairly uneventful life. However I have had the good fortune to have bumped into some interesting people. Let me make a bit of a list. My first boss was an ex-RAAF pilot who flew a Mosquito as a pathfinder and had one…

Contention.

The following may be a little contentious. It may offend and annoy some people. I don’t intend that. I just thought that maybe there are some things that need saying. If you don’t like it you don’t have to say. Just wait a little and I’ll write something about birds or sunsets. The 1930s saw…

Cats as cats can

Five days ago I published a few pictures of the Edithvale Wetlands and in the post there was reference to the surrounding houses and their encroaching upon the wetlands.I used the phrase “houses grew like feral cats”. and from there came the following conversation; GP Cox: We’re in opposite hemispheres, but the wetland preserve looks…