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Ace even joined in on the fun - he
would lie in wait for Uncle Jack somewhere around the house, and when he walked
past he would let out a mighty bark that would give Uncle Jack an almighty
fright. Poor Uncle Jack just couldn’t win as now he was up against two
well-trained household terrorists.
Besides trying to scare Tommy, Uncle
Jack's favourite pastime was riding all over Sydney, on the public busses. He
would set out early in the morning and ride busses all day using a single
ticket, pensioners pass. It did not matter one bit where the bus was going,
Uncle Jack would ride it to its destination, get off have a wander around, chat
to whomever would chat back at him, hop on another bus and head off on another
adventure. Sometime in the afternoon he would make the appropriate connections
and catch a host of busses back to his home stop.
Uncle Jack was a walking Sydney bus
timetable and he was keen to share this knowledge with whoever would listen to
him. He would stop people in the street, point out a bus and explain to them
where it started and where it was going. He would be able to tell a person what
time a particular service started and what time it ceased. Whether the bus had
a conductor or whether you had to pay the driver as you got on the bus.
Most people would give Uncle Jack a
frightened look and scamper off, looking over their shoulder to ensure that he
wasn’t following them.
From the front of Tommy’s house you
could look see busses crawling up a hill in the distance toward Dover Heights
and when they were not scaring one another Uncle Jack would love to explain to
Tommy all he knew about that particular bus route. It didn’t matter one little
bit to Uncle Jack that he told Tommy this information, over and over again.
“See that bus there on the hill
Tommy?” Uncle Jack would point excitedly.
“Yep,” Tommy would say without
either looking up or stopping what he was doing.
“Well that would be the 381 from the
Bondi Junction Depot on its way to Belleview Hill.” He would then look at his
watch to confirm the time.
“It would have left the depot at ten
forty five.”
“M’mmmm,” was the only reply he got
from Tommy, who didn’t look up from playing with his toy soldiers on the front
lawn.
“It is due to terminate at the
Belleview Hill stop at Twelve fifteen.”
“Okay.”
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