When i was growing up in Nowra, my old man who was in the navy 4 like 150yrs, never missed a thing, whether it was squashed up cans of fosters buried in his prized flower beds...[shoulda known he'd find them], ciggie butts thrown over neighbours fence, or even sweet sherry bottle
evaporating in loungeroom......fuk he was on 2 it. Like he had a built in radar 4 ev/thing a teenage boy considered normal
My brother and i called him "spy"
He could smell durrie smoke driving home from H.M.S Albatros in his beat up austin freeway and show us the bricks we stubbed em out on
That was 30 yrs ago....and i miss him every minute of ev day. Sedge u remind me of him