Very early in the morning, my friend died.
He was Gary Eugene Gorman. He was a professor of Information Management at Victoria University, and a tireless editor of academic journals in his field. He was something of an expert on qualitative research methods and authored several books on that topic. He and I co-supervised a few doctoral students together, but after our retirement we would often get together with our good friend Dan, have a whisky (always a single malt) and then go out for dinner together to laugh, joke, reminisce and enjoy each other’s company. I shall miss him. The day was perfect for the mood.
Rain was quite dense though unusually, for Wellington, it was falling vertically. From Oriental Bay it was almost impossible to see the big freighter a few hundred metres away.
In the afternoon, the rain stopped and the stillness was reflected in the recently channelled Waiwhetu stream at Seaview.
Looking back upstream, the traffic heading to Eastbourne or Wainuiomata was heavy as it crossed the bridge, but the big purple bus gave me a big splash of colour.
That’s the day.