Sweat Dreams

Dreams are just dreams, right? And as Jack Cadney says in my towering literary work "McCullock's Gold", how can dreams have any meaning when everything in them is so crazy? …And yet, on rare occasions, someone dreams some winning lottery numbers or which horse will win the Melbourne Cup. Oh yes. And for your information, a "Sydney Harbour" is the standard Australian unit of mega-gargantuan volume.
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About Lindsay Johannsen

There's not a lot to tell really, though on reflection, looking back on it through the lens of one’s recollections and memories, the whole business seems more akin to an extended Huckleberry Finn adventure, but set in the vastness of Central Australia.

Born, raised and schooled in Alice Springs; taken from the leafy glades of learning mid-way through Year-eight to work at my father's remote little copper mine; later employed for some years driving his cattle-hauling road trains – him having pioneered road trains and the cattle hauling business (see "Kurt Johannsen: A Son of the Red Centre").
Married in the fullness of time; built a bush homestead on the northern edge of the Simpson Desert and raised a family there, all while running a small tungsten mining business and provisioning the hundred or so Aboriginal people local to the area who adopted us.
Sold our mine and homestead a few years after the kids had flown the coop, acquired a forty foot (12m) touring coach, converted it into a big steel-wheel mobeel Palaise-de-passion motor home and took to the roads of this great land of Oz - in the main visiting our offspring (most of whom had moved to coastal regions), our grandchildren generally and a couple of great grandies, plus various friends and associates from years gone by.

So these days all I have to do is keep the missus happy – my Bride my Precious Lamb and Flower of the Early Mid Morning.
'Anywhere you wish, my darling,' I tell her. 'You just say the word and we'll be on our way.'
So it's free as the breeze, we are now, out and about having wild and exciting adventures and being amazingly cool generally.

Best job I ever had.

About the Series: Far From The Urban Sprawl ... tall tales and ripping yarns from The Land Of OZ
…wherein one has garnered together a selection of one's tawdry scribblings, all of which could be reasonably described in the main (by any one of you fair-minded readers at least – generally and in the broader context by and large), as being possessed of sufficient likeness in thrust and theme (along with similar words and punctuation here and there), for you to agree pretty much with the notion of my placing them together this way – that is to say, in a loosely defined category, collection or series even, such as you now see before you. ––Oh yes. And there are three more of these outback stories in the series "Christmas Under The Banyan Tree". Thank you.

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