By Doug Jacquier, 70. Yankalilla, SA
A man out here that whinged about the sweltering heat and bush flies in his eyes and up his nose wouldn’t be a man and Harry would never have that said of him. Out here, a man who couldn’t fix a snapped axle on a mail truck in a dry creek bed wouldn’t be worth feedin’. As for thinkin’ he could hear the roar of an oncoming train, well, a man’d have to be a mental case to pay it any attention. So he got on with it, until the flash flood carried him and the mail miles downstream.
