The "workmen" in the picture was dad (standing); Sam, aged 13 (crouching). I was under the house.
The South African Ambassador was none too happy about the big furrow on his front lawn (see foreground)
I joined up with a group of Old Boys from Chevalier College - Bowral.
Dave Schultz; Bernie Brown; ? Furner. We were all working for the Department of the Navy.
Dave Schultz joined North's Football Club though me. He never got past third grade. But we were mates. He would pick me up in time for him to get to the ground and limber up. I would watch that game and half way into the seconds. Then we would go for drinks and often Schultzie would take me home.
He was a bonza bloke and generous with his ferrying to and fro.
Dave was an only child. His parents purchased a Morris Mini Minor for him.
Bernie Brown went into hock to purchase a brand new MGB sports car.
He was a scrawny pimply faced individual. On a Friday evening we would go to St Christopher's Community Hall next to the cathedral in Manuka for the weekly dance. These fine fellows always scored because they could offer to take a girl home - after dropping me off of course.
On two occasions, I drove up to Surfers Paradise with Schultzie for annual holidays.
We went in his Mini. He drove every inch of the trip. I did not mind. I could concentrate on the scenery. Surfers Paradise was not the place it is today. There was not one high rise - just rambling wooden Queenslanders ready for the scrap heap and awaiting the developer.
There were large stretches of open scrub land between the Strip and Coolangatta.
Beer gardens were the prime source of entertainment. But for 18 year old kids it was the brave new world.
Schultzie did not last too long as a bachelor. He was married at 20. I was his best man.
Another good mate was Theo Cassidy. He was Greek - Cassimatis.
His parents were involved in cafes (and afterwards garden nurseries). They lived in a large house on the street that backed onto the Prime Minister's Lodge in the suburb of Forrest.
Theo had a brother, John, and a sister. They wanted for nothing. Theo had a huge collection of fire arms, telescopic sights knives etc. John had a base drum set up in a spare room.
We would be there fooling around at this house or out rabbit and kangaroo shooting.
The fridge was full of olives and other Greek food which was scrumptious. Together with Paddy Martin we went on a slow trip to Surfers in a Morris 1100 - which had the revolutionary east west engine. The reason it was slow was that all along the Pacific Highway we would call in on Theo's relatives and stay overnight - fishing from a bridge or using spear gun and snorkel.
Theo did not last too long either. He was married by the time I can back from Vietnam.