Column shares daily events
BEING OUT AND ABOUT ON THE ROAD FINDS A FEW THAT DESERVE A SERVE
LIFE’S circumstance forced me into writing.
I had been employed in advertising sales for many years.
The job was fun but all good things come to an end and my end was when the publication I worked for was sold and I was retrenched in the middle of the 2009 Black Saturday bushfire.
I had covered the odd truck show over the years and had met then Big Rigs Editor, Chris Smith, who liked my “style” and asked me to write for him and so I joined - in my opinion – the best heavy transport publication in Australia. Chris moved on to other pastures and was replaced by the wonderful Carly Morrissey who has kindly let me have free rein with my fortnightly column, Life with Kermie.
Early on I decided that the column would diverge away from transport related issues, as the paper was obviously full of them. But what to write about?
My wife, Rita suggested that I should talk about the daily events that occurred in my own personal space. “You’ve never had a problem yakking. Put it down on paper.”
And so it has continued for the past seven years. The Life with Kermie columns have talked about my family, friends, holidays, good times and bad, happiness and sadness. I hope that they have struck a chord with you, the Big Rigs reader.
There was the argument with Qld Toll roads who wanted me to pay them five times over. (They won)
There was the time I was going for a colonoscopy and a new dunny was being installed at home. That was a close ‘run’ thing.
I shared my mum’s stroke and how it changed our lives.
Our boys got plenty of coverage. Some of it was even good.
There have been sad events such as when my dad passed away, which coincided with The Tarcutta Memorial, and gave me a better insight into what those poor bereaved families were going through.
I think I must have spent at least four issues talking about my close bond with Murphy whose goal in life was to stuff mine up. He eventually moved on, thank God.
Then we bought a pop-top caravan and discovered a great way to holiday. We even invented the OziwA for them which was going to be on the market four years ago, and which finally got there just last week.
Surprisingly, to me at least, I got a lot of positive response to the story of our 100-year-old cypress tree coming down and the amazing skills of Phil and Paul.
There have been the trips to Alice and the wonderful truckies and their families whom I’ve had the pleasure to meet there – as well as our experience of living in Stalag 13, a shipping container at a caravan park.
Apple phones, Medibank, telcos, gas and electric companies have all received a serve.
I turned 60 and suddenly got grumpier – although not as grumpy as I am now at 64.
I had my mail run and the best little RAV4 ever built (still going strong), there was the (pretend) biker who ran up my clacker and was upset about his pale blue leathers. There was the day that it was so hot that I even resorted to drinking Paul Witte’s XXXX – unpardonable for a Victorian.
There have been many events that I’ve shared with you. I hope you have enjoyed reading them as much as I have, writing them for you. The friends I have made over the past seven years are second to none. I’ve met so many great people through my association with this publication. Larger-than-life legends such as Liz Martin, Ruffy Doyle and Lizard. There’s Owen Orange, Sean Denny, AJ and young Dakotah Kean, the Graham brothers … the list is endless. I thank you all for accepting me into your world.
I’ve been truly privileged to be a small part of Big Rigs over its 25 years and to have met so many good, decent hardworking folk from this great industry. I humbly take off my (straw) hat to you all.
Take care of You.
There were the new breed of ‘road terrorists’ – young females who can middle finger salute and swear better than any truckie I’ve come across!”
Life with Kermie the book is now available.