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36                      AN EXILE OF THE MIND                                                                   MELTING TONES OF THE PACIFIC                      37


          due to a temperance liquor law  handbrake working to slow it down.
          passed in 1917. On the upside there     A reporter  friend  suggested

          was no unemployment and only one  journalism as  an honest  career.
          murder a year. The  drug  culture  English and art were my best school
          was non-existent. Auckland had just  subjects,  and art was not seriously
          embraced the North Shore with the  considered  by educators  to earn a
          opening of the Harbour Bridge.           crust. I was taken on as a cadet
          New Zealanders lived high on             reporter with the Hawera Star.
          the hog to enjoy one of the              A  journalist cannot be  seen
          highest standards of living in          without  a  car  and  Loui  offered
          the world.                              to find one for me. I declined. I
            I  shared  a  flat  with  the          wanted  a car that had brakes.
          legendary  Loui Kuthy.  The               And so Midge entered my life. A

          Hungarian Revolution  has-                 wartime Morris 8 convertible.
          tened  his migration  to  New              My very first wheels.
          Zealand where  he  bought  a                  I drove in circles  around
          bowler  hat  and an umbrel-                 the  block where  I lived  in
          la to ‘fit in’. My rabbit gun                first  gear,  not  knowing
          was more practical. Later                    how  to  change  it, and not
          known as the ‘Old Man of                     having the  courage  to
          the  Sea’ and already  meld-               make a right turn into traffic.
          ing  into  folklore  as  a successful  But I  did know how to stop. After
          fisherman,  he  reeled  in  a  steady  several circuits a policeman became
          stream of women, earning him the  suspicious and explained that I had
          moniker, ‘the fisher of women’.      to have a driver’s license. He got in
            On a visit to Hungarian friends in  the passenger seat and taught me to
          Wellington, Loui drove like a maniac  drive.
          on a breakneck of road. With teeth      Armed with my shotgun and a
          rattling I clutched  the  seat white  damaged record player, I set off for
          knuckled. There were  no seatbelts  Hawera, south of the mountain.
          to stop the car’s  occupants from  Home of  Wendy with lantern aloft,
          hurtling  through  the  windscreen  searching for Peter Pan in Neverland.
          should the car make a sudden detour
          into a gorge. The car had only the        Ohawe cliffs, South Taranaki.
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