The salient feature of Keirle Park oval today was squelch. The puddle was, now and then, pinged with rain drops. But rain drops of no consequence, tennis went on, and a squad of bouncy footie kids flowed out to kick and punt the ball. One skinny kid with a Borstal hairdo, walked past my car, elbow and knees, acute. The line of his skull set off by the bristle of exclamatory pale hair. Things are so hard to catch on paper, or in the air.