
for the forces of economic rationalism
By John Coldebella
NOW and then my mind turns to characters I haven't seen for a while. I don't mean friends and acquaintances – yes, I think of them too – but rather people to whom I was never introduced and whose names I never knew. Those people I would occasionally see as I shopped or walked, cycled or drove around the town but no longer see and haven't done so for some time, prompting me to ask myself 'What became of them?”
I wonder if other people have the same thoughts about strangers in their midst. Do regular users of White Road or South Dudley Road in Wonthaggi ask themselves what became of the character who was regularly seen striding along those roads like a man on a mission.
For those who have, I can tell you a little bit about him and his life. His name was Glenn Durling. AKA Dools, Dooley, and Pot Hole.
NOW and then my mind turns to characters I haven't seen for a while. I don't mean friends and acquaintances – yes, I think of them too – but rather people to whom I was never introduced and whose names I never knew. Those people I would occasionally see as I shopped or walked, cycled or drove around the town but no longer see and haven't done so for some time, prompting me to ask myself 'What became of them?”
I wonder if other people have the same thoughts about strangers in their midst. Do regular users of White Road or South Dudley Road in Wonthaggi ask themselves what became of the character who was regularly seen striding along those roads like a man on a mission.
For those who have, I can tell you a little bit about him and his life. His name was Glenn Durling. AKA Dools, Dooley, and Pot Hole.