Re reflections of the passed and tomorrow is promised to no one.
One of my 6 sisters posted the following today.
I was 18 at the time, so I never really got to talk to him as an adult so to speak, to talk about this and that, history etc.
He pulled off the road for a pee and was standing at the door of the ute, when the drunk in the cattle truck, collected the RHS of the rear of his ute.
Excuse the font size and some of her lingo. (was = wasn't etc)
His younger days.
