We write to each other. About writing, mostly. Its place in our lives. Its ups and downs. Its twists and turns.
Now here I am, in a country town, in a pub of good spirit, in a song without end, in the company of people content to play their role, with the ghost of Walt Whitman hovering at my side.
Paul Bateman Melbourne, 6 March 2010 Our guests arrived in a state of heightened excitement, united instantaneously by their shared experience of the raging storm. We crowded together in the dining lounge, where Shirley and I took our vows beneath the specials board.