As usual, I’m a few months behind the major news stories; forget about human interest pieces. Kyle Harris, of LRBTM* sent me an email as a ‘possible blog post’ about a Japanese man who survived both  the A-Bomb at Hiroshima and  the A-Bomb at Nagasaki.  Here is a photo of him that I ripped from the web:

At the venerable age of 93, he is the only known survivor of both bombs. I wonder if he had a severe case of Munchkin Dreams  during the Cold War? Though he suffered no major injury from America’s attempt to blast him to smithereens twice — a guy could start to take that personally after a while — he now complains, sixty-three years later, that he is “a little deaf in one ear” and his “legs are getting weak.”

I should be so lucky!  Here is a nice article about him from The Guardian.

* Lower Ramu Bible Translation Ministry

The sky was very serene this morning when I took Eunie to the airport for her tedious journey to North America. She’s going to be gone until mid-June. Iwasn’t going to go this time, but I couldn’t face two and a half months by myself. So, I got a cheap round-trip fare from Brisbane to New York City (about a thousand Aussie Dollars) and decided to stay another month in Madang and then fly to be with Eunie and my son and his family in Hamilton, Ontario for six weeks. I’ve posted before about my adventures in Ontario – here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here. I’ll be flying back home to Madang with her.

I’ll be posting every day that it’s possible, since I’ve gotten in the habit and you’re still reading (320 visitors yesterday – a record for Madang – Ples Bilong Mi – about 8,000 page views in the last month). So, in about a month, get ready for another long period of “On the Road” posts. I’ll be bringing you images, information, and my usualy cock-eyed opinions covering a variety of esoteric subjects.

Here is what it looked like when I got into town. This shot was taken at the vacant lot where the old Burns Philp wholesale warehouse was. It burned down a long time ago:

The land in the distance is Kranket Island. Here is a telephoto shot of the big fiery Cumulonimbus cloud:

On Modilon Road, near the Jomba Police Station, there are some trees that the Flying Foxes favour. They were all stirred up this morning, flying around, screeching, and dropping fruity bombs everywhere. You don’t want to get hit by a Flying Fox Fruit Cocktail:

All has been well with our Flying Foxes lately. There was a big scare a few months ago when they all left town for a few weeks. Then they came back and everybody breathed a sigh of relief. Unusual natural events cause quite a stir. For some reason, people were very afraid of a tsunami when the Flying Foxes left.

Go figure. On the other hand, maybe it does make some kind of sense.