Brian Nankervis Driving To North Balwyn, July 2002 I'm staring at strangers, wondering if their dads are alive. How often do they see them? Do they find their dads wise, embarrassing, or supportive? Reverie and envy turn to alarm when I realise the horn from the white ute behind is directed at me.
All of us from somewhere else, chasing dreams, telling tall stories and playing games. All of us well and truly under the spell of Joan Pollock.
Brian Nankervis 8.55am. Driving to school, Elsternwick. July 2003. After the first verse Rosie remembers my story about being tied to a goal post at State School and asks me to tell it again.