My day started dark and cold in George Town for the dawn service. You could sense the quiet talk, footsteps and the hum of human purpose as locals walked toward the cenotaph from their various directions. A lovely, sombre service – just as it should be. I’m glad it was cold – it was a gentle reminder of the savage, bitter conditions I imagine our brave diggers enduring in the trenches. …
Eighty years ago this month Launceston was in the midst of a natural disaster. The great flood of 1929 forced thousands of people from their homes. …
Today I want to offer some comments on an issue which is very dear to my heart. Hopefully, by now anyone who has been following my career will know that my passions are education, family, health, community and economic well-being for all.
Most, if not all, people reading this blog right now are not in the position of having to worry about dying.
On a per capita basis Tasmania has Australia’s worst road safety record. It’s a shocking fact and requires urgent action. …
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