FIGS PAID PRICE FOR DRY TIMES
A FEW months ago we gave the “green thumbs” in charge of landscaping duties at the State Government building on the corner of Stanley and Walker streets a spray about the dead fig trees in the tubs on the building’s veranda. They figs had been doing a great imitation of dead for years. They died most likely for want of water and from nicotine poisoning caused by the millions of ciggies stubbed out in them by hardworking public servants who have found cause to loiter there ever since the building went up in the mid1980s. I put my own hand up and plead guilty as I worked out of this building for a few years in the 80s. At the time I had an abiding addiction to Drum tobacco and Winnie Blues. But, back then we could puff away in the office to our heart’s content and the whole world, literally, was our ashtray. We flicked them here, we flicked them there, we flicked them everywhere. However, I don’t rule out the fig trees being collateral damage from those carefree times. And although I have no direct evidence, I’m sure those heinous Commonwealth public servants from just across the road were not averse to using the tubs in which the figs were planted as urinals when returning from their three and four- hour lunches at the old Lowth’s Hotel. ( If they weren’t at Lowth’s you’d find the “Feds” at the Great Northern or at Jim and Marg Anstey’s Newmarket Hotel. The good news is that the figs ( not the Feds) have been replaced with desert roses. It’s early days, but let’s hope they make it.