Dad – What’s a Utopia?

My daughter often strikes me with the most profound questions. In my half awake pre-coffee stupor this morning, Lucy dropped this one in my lap; Dad – What’s a utopia?Lucy M, aged 11. I fumbled my response because that’s what seems to happen whenever she questions me so earnestly. I am constantly flummoxed by herContinue

The Holocaust Tattoo & The Barber Shop.

When I was a kid, I used to sweep the hair in my Dad’s Barber shop. I have always equated Dad’s Barber shop, in the Gippsland town of Moe, with the bar from “Cheers”. Dad used to advertise it as “three chairs, no waiting” and it was the kind of place where “everybody knows yourContinue