After the suspiciously unsafe asbestos disposal folks finished removing the outer layer of my large backyard bungalow, I found an entire Sun newspaper nailed to one of the internal walls studs, along with a small (empty) bottle of coke. To my delight, the newspaper was from the year of my birth in nearby PANCH – 1967, but about 6 months after that day. I had hoped the newspaper would contain great examples of quaint and ludicrous social customs, or momentous events that shaped life in the 60’s, but I suppose it was a fairly typical slow news day. The lady who won $120,000 on the front cover, had a husband whose job was described as a “dustman”. The football season was over, so there are plenty of pages devoted to the horse racing and the ladies fashions at the racetrack. Prime Minister Harold Holt (only a month before his drowning/Chinese submarine escape – depending on your theory) was talking about the need for a strong alliance with the U.S on Vietnam. Surprisingly, a man was fined $30 in court for exceeding .05 blood alcohol levels – I had no idea this current-day limit went back 40 years. The paper cost 4c. The temperatures were in Fahrenheit (only a couple of years before Celcius became the standard). A car called the Renault 10 featured in a full page ad. Jobs advertisements specify the sex of the person required. Apart from an article showing a bunch of protesting flight attendants in teeny dresses holding “Up with mini-skirts, down with Pan Am” signs protesting the sacking of a co-worker for an outfit that was too short, it looked like a pretty dull read actually. I don’t really know what to do with the paper now I’ve looked at it. My brother says I should frame it. I’m sure Kim thinks I should toss it. Perhaps it’s enough to take a few photos and add it to the recycle bin, then take today’s Age and place it (in a plastic bag) gently up amongst the roof trusses of the new shed, awaiting the next discoverer. I’m sure it won’t last 38 years, but who knows. 