“Still Songbirds Sixty Years On”
When I grew up, the trams in Sydney were double-ended, the unoccupied driver’s compartment at the rear. One morning three of us medical students – Kurt Wolf, older, worldly-wise, Morrie Rosenberg and me – were in a car behind a tram with a view of the rear compartment. In it we could see a couple – also medical students we knew. And were they ever billing and cooing!

