Farewell, Bob, and thanks for a life that touched so many
One cold, windy afternoon I pass a man playing sax on the Sussex-Goulburn street corner and I look down the road to an old building that I once knew under a different guise. There, some decades ago now, Bob Gould gathered around him a coterie of wayward youth. But Bob has gone and our city is the worse for his parting...
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