Starting from point zero, two parallel lines extending infinitely into space never meet, at least that is my experience.
Friendships are like that, even in the stars.
So are cultures trying to co-exist in the same country, the same space. My friend Gloria Brennan died in 1985. Our lines started in Nedlands, W.A. in 1974, while I was beginning a curious path of inquiry into Aboriginal English, a path marked by irony and hilarity - at least when I spoke to Gloria about it. So I wanted to thank you and tell the story you once told me, so that in one respect your line could continue, as memory, which is really language spoken once again. It was about when you went up to the Top End on some ex-Canberra project.