Vale Patti

Ok ... turns out that the bag lady with her zimmer frame and her entire spring wardrobe wrapped around her frail elderly frame was worth a mint.


We passed her on the little laneway and she always had a cheery smile and a little vignette of old melbourne to pass on.
 
We spoke to her briefly on occasion at george's. I remember the last time very well when she told us about the river along elizabeth street and the hitherto unknown relative knocking at her door when she sold that run down shack on bennets lane for a cool 2 and a bit million buckaroos ... my ears picked up about the grand piano in her storage facility with the concrete garden designed ala hobbo ... and now she's gone gone gone. We will miss you Patti!!!