This is a sequel to my earlier post, Trax boy and now ain’t dat a man!.
A school friend kindly sent me a telegram after I won at the Australian Schools Athletic championships, admitting I was good enough despite wearing cheap sneakers called ‘trax’. I still have the results of the event which show my Australian record just below Cathy Freeman who also won at the same event. Later the local paper would interview my brother and I:
WALK STAR SHARES HIS SUCCESSES
Most 15 year olds would not readily admit they owe their success to their brother two years junior.
I have few claims to fame, in fact an expert on ‘claims to fame’ may not consider this one of them. It’s not even in the same ballpark as being ‘worthy’ of a claim to fame, they might say. But, it’s my blog and as Charles Bukowski would put it, ‘Hey baby, when I write, I’m the hero of my shit’.
I have kept my friend’s telegram all these years. The first two sentences were written to the lyrical arrangement of U2’s “All I Want is You”, which was a favourite song of mine at the time.
YOU SAID YOU WANT A HOUSE WITH A FRONT DOOR.
TWO PAIRS OF TRAX OR MORE. NOW YOU’VE GOT YOUR TWO PAIRS OF TRAX AND SHOWN EVERYBODY THAT TRAX ARE THE BEST.
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR SUCCESS AT THE NATIONAL. WELL DONE MATTI AND ALL THE BEST IN THE FUTURE.
BRAD AND FAMILY
It’s true we didn’t have a front door. Our poor guests had to use a side gate and then dodge the snapping jaws of our little canines all the way up the steps to our back door. That door led them into the laundry.