The exact origins of April Fools’ Day remain unclear, but historians have traced it back to several possible sources, blending historical events, cultural customs, and folklore. 

Yet it seems like April Fools’ Day has become a year-round event in the real world. The line between satire and reality is so blurred that people fall for the most ridiculous things. I mean, when you have AI-generated celebrities endorsing fake products, deepfake politicians making speeches, and media outlets pushing absurd narratives with a straight face, it’s no wonder people are struggling to tell fact from fiction.

It feels like common sense has gone on holiday and left no forwarding address. No need for spaghetti trees or gumboot-wearing turkeys anymore .... just flash a clickbait headline and people will gobble it up. 

Gullibility seems to be increasing, but it has been around for a long time. ........

Stories of a Simpler Australian Childhood

By Op-Ed Frank is Back

Every now and then, a reader sends in a memory that instantly transports us to a gentler time -  when kids roamed freely on red Cyclops trikes, mulberry bushes grew tall on the hill, and the best birthday gifts came with four legs and a wagging tail.

Tomatoes grew abundantly and his father fed the leftovers to the chooks after the Fowlers vacola outfit had run out of jars. Yes, we grew up in a time of abundance. Abundant food, abundant joy, abundant freedom and abundant hope and optimism for an exciting future. 

Welcome to From Trike to Tail-Wags: Frankie’s World -  part 2 in a gentle collection of tales from young Frankie’s boyhood in Australia. These are stories of freedom, family, backyard adventures, sparkler-lit birthdays, and the kind of lifelong friendships that often begin with a yip and a lick.

I hope you enjoy. 

From Ned Kelly to Dezi Freeman: When Outlaws Change, but the Questions Don’t

Today, news broke that Dezi Freeman has been shot dead in Victoria’s High Country, bringing an end to a long and deeply unsettling manhunt.

For weeks, his name sat heavily in the public mind -  somewhere between fear, anger, and, in some corners, a strange and uneasy fascination. A sense of bewilderment. 

And almost immediately, the comparisons began.

Because Australia has seen something like this before.

In the late 1800s, Ned Kelly was also hunted through rugged country not all that different from where Freeman met his end. Armed, defiant, and on the run, Kelly became something more than a criminal in the eyes of many. He became a symbol.

She left no photograph, few words, and little behind but whispers -  yet the life of Hannah Glennon still rides the long roads of the outback.

People who live beyond the ordinary risk becoming legends. In time, their lives are pieced together from fragments -  records, recollections, and chance encounters -  often revealing more than they ever intended to share.

All of us leave traces. Births, deaths, marriages, fleeting mentions in newspapers or diaries -  small markers that may one day be gathered into a story. We rarely imagine that possibility. Yet long after we are gone, those fragments remain, waiting for someone to follow the trail.

For Hannah Glennon -  known across the western tracks as Red Jack — that trail is scattered and incomplete. She sought no fame, and would likely have been bemused, even dismayed, by the attention her life now attracts. The private struggles, the hardships, the moments preserved in official records -  even the years she spent as a laundress -  have all become part of the telling.

Such, perhaps, is the quiet price of becoming a legend.