Monday morning here in QLD. Rains and floods and cyclones and massive fires are the news of the day.
Welcome to the land of Aus.
It’s a slow, sad day.
My old compadre, Pat Purcell, lies in the Oncology ward of the Gold Coast hospital.
Those who are faithful readers on my blog know Pat. He and I have been partners in crime since 1984/85. I was a Peace Corps Vol in the Western Province when Pat showed up as a Canadian Vol.
He, like I, married a “western girle'”, built a life in Gizo. When our kids were little we lived next door to each other. There were not many days, or many adventures, or really any fun that was had that Pat and Mike did not share together.
All I can say is here…
The Native Iowan 
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