Dear Foxy,

I've learnt so much from you, about how to be considerate and compassionate. The world is a better place with you in it.

Love,

Joe

Dear Saltpetre,

I'm a dog person myself.

Although my husband's parents did have a cat -
"Mikas" with whom I bonded greatly.
I was the only one on whose lap he would
sit and he followed me around like a puppy.

Dear Joe,

I've also learned so much from you dear man.
You have a big and kind heart.

david f,

Your hero Hasbeen is Phil West.

Who said you can't learn anything from Mr Opinion?

Yes David F, I know the feeling. I can remember blow by blow a Bathurst motor race from the mid 60s. I can remember in minute detail the first time I landed on an aircraft carrier, & the first time I navigated a yacht into a previously never visited port in a gale on a dark night. But I so often can't remember why I just walked into the kitchen.

My life has been a series of compartments, all to do with learning. I find learning a new skill, or topic fascinating, I can't get enough of it. Then after time I reach my level of ability if physical, or understanding if mental, & find something else attracts me with more urgency. While learning something new it is like opening a door to a new world, but then another door appears with a tantalising opportunity to learn something you previously knew little about. How do you resist?

Dear Hasbeen,

I no longer drive, and my abilities are limited by age. I can still stroke wife, read books, unscrew jars and flip fried eggs sometimes without breaking the yolks.

I learn from my grandkids, and I hope they learn a little from me.

A trueism; "Einstein plus an idiot, are smarter than Einstein on his own."

Funny you should say that Hassy, my first wife's grandmother @ 102 could describe in detail things and events in her life from the 1920's and 30's, yet couldn't tell you what she had for lunch an hour earlier, or who had visited her that morning. She once told me how as a child of 10 in 1920, she would go to the next farm to collect milk for her mother in a pail. I asked Nanna; "What was the pail like you got the milk in?" She described it in detail its colour, trim, shape, handle, volume etc that was 90 years after the event. To me that was amazing she could do that, yet not being able to recall events of that day.