Driving from the Northern Hospital to Craigieburn Health Service. Stuck in a traffic jam, a song comes I'm a Believer (The Monkees) I think it was in Shrek. I let the window down and beat the panels in tune. I look over at the car two places up and over. The driver has the window down and beating a tune on the panels. I beat along with her, we are in are in sync, remarkable. Two people not known to each other probably never destined to meet. In tune remarkable-fantastic. This has absolutely nothing to do with the writing of The Kiss and every thing to do with enjoying the world, enjoying the moment. Maybe it has got something to do with The Kiss?
JOHN CONDLIFFE retired this week after 51 years in the workforce. He has been among-st other things a: Sheet Metal worker, Welder, Shop Assistant, Laborer, Manager of a Koori Children’s Hostel, Soldier, Locum, Small business owner, Radiographer Manager, Chief Radiographer. John has been partnered and shared in all or most of these endeavors with his wife Maureen. Four daughters and partners and ten grandchildren have rounded out his life. John has also written two books.
Kiss of the King Brown
(Click the King Brown)
Monday, March 19
I'm a Believer
19/03/2012
Driving from the Northern Hospital to Craigieburn Health Service. Stuck in a traffic jam, a song comes I'm a Believer (The Monkees) I think it was in Shrek. I let the window down and beat the panels in tune. I look over at the car two places up and over. The driver has the window down and beating a tune on the panels. I beat along with her, we are in are in sync, remarkable. Two people not known to each other probably never destined to meet. In tune remarkable-fantastic. This has absolutely nothing to do with the writing of The Kiss and every thing to do with enjoying the world, enjoying the moment. Maybe it has got something to do with The Kiss?
Driving from the Northern Hospital to Craigieburn Health Service. Stuck in a traffic jam, a song comes I'm a Believer (The Monkees) I think it was in Shrek. I let the window down and beat the panels in tune. I look over at the car two places up and over. The driver has the window down and beating a tune on the panels. I beat along with her, we are in are in sync, remarkable. Two people not known to each other probably never destined to meet. In tune remarkable-fantastic. This has absolutely nothing to do with the writing of The Kiss and every thing to do with enjoying the world, enjoying the moment. Maybe it has got something to do with The Kiss?
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