“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!
“Gee! Look at them! In the back of a tram!,” exclaimed Morrie.
“Moishe, my boy,” Kurt quietly responded, “It’s not that they are doing it in the back of a tram – it’s that they are doing it at eight o’clock in the morning!”
Well, that was sixty years ago. The trams are long gone – but Doctors Ron and Susie are, I hear, still songbirds.