Last evening, as the sun was setting, I thought the clouds were in a good position for a nice colorful show, so I went up the road to the new Police Station to get the sunset reflecting in the building’s tall windows. Very artistic. BUT… there’s a wire fence around the construction site and it was all too hard. I was about to leave and return home when out of the blue there was an apparition. I couldn’t believe it. “I gotta get a pic of this!” I said. And the apparition replied, “No worries, I’ll do a pose for ya!”

The bloke’s name is Barry Catt. Apparently he’s quite well known in Taree (although I can’t imagine why). I later learned that he’s also well known by the local constabulary. Hehe. Anyway, Barry made an agitated and energetic attempt to tell me his entire life story in the shortest possible time. It was overwhelming and I could hardly get a word in. That’s when I learned that he’s going to change his name to Elvis Lesley (his father’s name was Lesley). He had more rings on his fingers than I thought physically possible, as well as chains and baubles around his neck. His suit was bedecked with a pirate’s treasure trove. And this was little old sleepy Taree where nothing much happens?

I seem to have a talent for bumping into eccentrics… China with the hat recently, Captain Cook and the bearded taxi driver the other day, and Elvis last night.

I’m not a believer in Fate, but I do wonder about it. I went to the cop shop last night to get a reflected sunset and I ended up with this bloke. Hehe. “That’s the way God works,” was Barry’s explanation. He’s big time into Gospel music.