The old boys get together.
Once a month I get an email to say The Boys will be meeting at the South Burleigh Surf Club, if I am not on walkabout with Pauline. I get on the muscle machine and ride down and there they are looking just like the blokes on the birthday card Rex gave me for my 83rd.
The manager said there is 2000 years of wisdom sitting at our table. The day he said that one of us was absent there was 8 of us on deck. “8×8=64, add the zero and we got 640 years at a rough estimate you are about1300 years out.” said Trevor.
No calculator required, we are from the days when your change was counted out into your hand and your brain got a workout every time you pulled out your wallet.
There actually is a lot of knowledge sitting at our table these men have forgotten more than teenagers of today have learned.
Brian was in on the business side setting up computers and printers from the early days. Al is our photography expert been professionally in the game and in on digital cameras when they first came on the market. He is a expert on Photoshop. Every one of the Boys is a store of information. My specialty is picking the right people to associate with. My advice is pick your friends carefully.
I am wearing a shirt with camels on it and Rajasthan India, “Have you been to Rajasthan Jack? “Says Brian “no I’ve been to the op shop.”
I am pleased to let everyone know I do my bit for conservation and buy second hand.
There is a lot of light hearted conversation about current affairs and technology. With a bit of concern for each other’s wellbeing. “You are looking a bit thin Jack isn’t Pauline feeding you.” “No it is the bike, it needs a new engine.” They are full of wise cracks. “What are you on about?” I ask. “Are you hard of hearing?” “No my ears are ok except I left them at home.”
I should wear my hearing aids because I miss a lot without them and I do not realise I am speaking too loud.
Like some people do on their mobiles phones, they hardly need a phone, they shout so loud they could be heard in Rajasthan.