This part used to be about my blog title being borrowed from Bob Dylan’s ‘Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall’. The title still basically represents my meandering amidst the peaks and the swamps of various forms of writing from the lunatic to the lucid.
I’m a living Old White Man who used to have some status in some minor ponds in the not-for-profit ‘industry’ in Australia before I retired. Now I’m more likely to get excited by my tomato crop than the never-ending plights of others but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. It often means I say things that other people don’t like and let the consequences take care of themselves, which is one of the most valuable privileges of age.
I know many younger people believe my generation has sold their environmental, social and occupational birthrights down the river. Whether that’s true or not, I don’t intend to lose any sleep over it but I do intend to advocate for opportunities for all.
What I will also do, if you’re prepared to come along for the ride, is tell you about people and places unknown, make you laugh or cry or groan and occasionally make you shake your electronic fist at me.
Take my words for it. If you’re looking for my more opinionated pieces,see Occasional Ravings.