Buck and Joan Emberg caught in Queensland!

You may remember that in the last chapter of “Old Age Ain’t for Sissies” We (Buck and Joan) had just escaped the tough cop and the pig dogs and were headed for a refuge in the tropical rainforest. Well…we are stuck but not in the floods. I am stuck in my windowless, upstairs garrett with only me and my computer to talk to. Joan pokes food on a stick through a hole in the wall now and then.

Actually, I have to do a rewrite on my PhD thesis and examiners are dictators with whom the student has no argument or recourse. I assure you tens of thousands of readers that I will be back with my bride and on our bikes because we have to make it to Sydney and then take the next trip across Canada to celebrate our 65th and 60th birthdays between which is fraught with snow storms, operations, another cop, two dogs and falling into an American tank trap in Rock Island, Illinois…inside the Civil War cemetery…and then getting caught in a Minnesota twister…and it all happened.

Please be patient. I hope to make it worth the hiatus. Fair dinkum mates!

I started this monster 44 years ago at the University of Washington and when I finally finish the damn thing we must have a party!