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  1. Whispering Jack returns to the MCG in the present time ... A HIGHWAY OF DEMONS by Whispering Jack CHAPTER FIFTEEN - STILL WAITING AFTER ALL THESE YEARS “Time it was And what a time it was It was . . . A time of innocence A time of confidences” ~ Paul Simon On the Friday afternoon before I left to go to the semi final, I read that Paul Simon, now in his late 70s, has just released his latest album. While waiting for the train to arrive, I saw a Facebook post of Simon’s performance of “Sound of Silence” at Ground Zero on the 10th anniversary of 9/11. In the carriage on the way to the ground, I noticed Bruce Woodley of Seekers fame sporting a red and blue scarf identical to the one I was wearing. I recalled his band first came under notice in 1964 (for those who don’t know, the year of our last premiership), and then came the memory that Woodley had written songs with some old favourites like Tom Springfield (Dusty’s brother - no, not that Dusty) and ... Paul Simon. I was crossing into the twilight zone, brushing by so many degrees of separation that it wasn’t funny. The train reached Richmond Station, we wished each other luck and made our separate ways down the platform through the tunnel's stony womb and onward to the G. In the night, after I reached home, I played this chilling You Tube of a song I first heard in 1964 when I lived in a time of innocence and confidence. I was 15 then - the same age as my granddaughter with who I shared the ride to the ground. How terribly strange it is to still be waiting after all these years.
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