Category Archives: Australia

my longest Saturday night

Posted on October 23, 2007 by Patrick

(Sept 29) I arrived in Eugene about 4 p.m., Saturday, right on schedule. The only crinkle in my plan was my lack of sleep. On the plane, I traveled with a fifty member adolescent girl dance troupe. They were ages … Continue reading →

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Give Peace a Chance

Posted on October 19, 2007 by Patrick

All we are saying Is Give Peace a Chance –John Lennon (Sept. 28) What’s wrong with being an aging hippy? The obvious answer is, “Who wants to be an aging anything?” I grew up in the 60s and 70s. I … Continue reading →

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Whistle Blower

Posted on October 19, 2007 by Patrick

(Sept 28) My father was a carpenter, a union carpenter. The whistle was a symbol. The foreman was the company man. The shop steward was the first union man on the job and usually the last to leave when the … Continue reading →

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my longest Saturday

Posted on October 17, 2007 by Patrick

(Sept28) I set two alarms for 2:50 a.m. to make sure I would be awake for the 3 a.m. shuttle. My clothes were laid out like a fireman’s. I was all packed except for the fleece I was wearing to … Continue reading →

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festival

Posted on October 17, 2007 by Patrick

I went to a festival at Ivory Rock Conference Center. It is about one hour from Brisbane.The festival was well-organized; the topic was peace. Temperatures ranged from about 11 to 33 Centigrade or about 50 Fahrenheit at night to daytime … Continue reading →

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Brisbane

Posted on October 14, 2007 by Patrick

I stayed at the Royal on the Park Hotel in Brisbane. It’s on Alice Street, right across from the Botanic Gardens. As I stepped outside, I saw a storm moving in while the sun, low on the horizon, reflected on … Continue reading →

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Australia

Posted on October 4, 2007 by Patrick

from Journal entry of  Sept. 22 They do say, “mate.” When you walk on the wrong side (the right side) and bump into them, they say, “Sorry, mate.” They have dollar and two-dollar coins that are very small. I am … Continue reading →

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