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Today is the big day. I have been to the Cochlear Support Centre and received the external sound processor, which is now turned on. It sounds completely different to what I expected, although I knew it sounded different to what I have been hearing. For example, the ticking of a digital clock sounds like someone tapping a metal pipe with a small spanner. I now have a couple of months for my brain to learn to deal with sound frequencies it hasn't received in years, and for the device to be calibrated to my hearing.

I have sent OneTrack an email and am awaiting a reply.

I remember back in the day when on Grand Final Day, the first match was the men's Reserve Grade Grand Final, followed by the First Grade. There were a couple of years in which the Grand Finalists in both grades were from the same club, and some clubs won both grades. In those times, during the competition season, there were three games played by teams representing each club. In other words, St George would be at home to, say, South Sydney. No other clubs playing on the same ground that day, and the games would be played at the home ground of the 'at home' team. Those grounds were rough and tumble suburban grounds. I suppose someting similar occured in the southern States.

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1Epnin9Zu3/ That sook seems to forget that the major parties jailed Hanson.

OneTrack hasn’t been around since June despite being a frequent contributor. I don’t suppose anyone knows what happened to him and whether he’s OK?

Isn't it weird how we have flashbacks. Just now, I recalled a evening catching the number 5 tram from work when I was about 24 or 25 - so 35 years ago. It was the old W Class tram (I loved them even after the orange ones came out to replace them). On board was a conductor. Remember them? He had is brown uniform and beige-ish shirt on, with the old leather bag housing the ticket machine. He has dishevelled with thick dark brown hair, an unkempt beard but not too long. His skin was pale, and his eyebrows were thick - almost John Howard thick. I was the only pax on the tram; it was late - around 9:30 and I was on my way home. Dressed in a suit, being a new and ambitious programmer, I must have had a forlorn look on my face as he walked up to me, lent towards me and in a profound tone proclaimed, "wine, women, and song.. that is all any man needs." I have to admit, I initially felt stunned he was talking to me at all, and that feeling gave way to bemusement. But, sometimes I can;t help but feel, was that the advice I needed at the time?