Been looking for a “smoking gun” (why am I using militaristic language?) in 1959, to anchor a plot. That did not work. Nothing spectacular happened in ’59, just many interesting (to me) events. From my mental stew, I’m beginning to see the way . . .

Kelby’s in Marrickville: busy-noisy, my style of coffee, Arcade-Fire-style radio, smiles (not mine), almost-open-air light . . . what’s not to like?

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