Olympic fanfare that night.
Following our local heroes -- Lindsay Davenport, Amanda Beard, Julie
Foudy, etc. -- is fun, though. Lindsay had to withdraw with a sprained
foot, darn it, which is probably the most coverage she would have gotten
even if she repeated her 1996 gold-medal performance. Could someone
please tell me why she gets about a thousand times less recognition than
she deserves? Thank you so much.
I'm actually enjoying the background stuff on Australia more than the
games. You might be interested to know that Costa Mesa's sister city is
in Australia. It's the city of Wyndham, just outside Melbourne. It used
to be called Werribee. Now it's Wyndham. Do you know why they changed
their name? I forget. Very, very nice people, though.
A few members of their city council and school board have visited in
recent years. They call their council members "councilors," which is
stylish, and two members of the current council are named Peter, which
shows they are very smart councilors. Peter Ross and his wife paid a
visit (what does "paid" a visit mean?) during my last term and couldn't
have been more warm or gracious. The Aussies are a fun-loving lot,
though, exactly as advertised. It's "Aussies," by the way, and they call
the country "Oz."
I remember one delegation that fell head over heels in love with Goat
Hill Tavern. No matter what sights we suggested they see, they had only
one question: "How far is it from the Goat Hill?"
Americans and Australians -- as Winston Churchill observed about us
and the British -- are "two people separated by a common language."
Local slang is always fascinating, but especially so when you toss in
some Aussie irreverence. A dentist is a "fang carpenter." Very elderly
people are "crumblies." If you'll need a jacket or a sweater, they advise
you to "rug up." A busybody is a "sticky beak." And, my personal
favorite: an inexperienced surfer is a "shark biscuit."
I'm also fascinated with Tasmania, just off the Australian mainland,