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// Filed under: Life on Friday April 21st 2006, 10:36 pm As you may or may not know, my father, John Colwill, was the weatherman on the nightly TV news at the ABC - was being the operative word. Tonight, the 21st of April, saw the last appearance as the face of the ABC’s weather by a man who has given well over ten years of his life to an organisation, to an institution, that he believes in. I can’t remember a time in my life when Dad wasn’t involved with the ABC in one way or another. Growing up, he was always hosting one gardening talkback radio show or another. When he wasn’t hosting them he was listening to the gardening advice being dished out on the commercial channels, and hooting with disgust as he pencilled in the last few letters on his daily crossword. I remember on one of my birthdays one year he promised me he’d play a song of my choosing on the radio. Be Prepared from The Lion King, I said. The one thing I don’t remember is what he played instead. I remember when he moved to doing the TV weather full-time, in 1999. Oh, the jokes. I remember when he told me he was leaving the ABC. Seeing your father on the verge of tears is not something that you ever get used to. When someone’s contract expires - somebody who’s given an organisation over a decade of devoted, inspired service - somebody who has brought answers, information and happiness to hundreds of thousands of people, you’d think you’d be anxious to keep them. Instead, it appears the official ABC policy is to try to rehire them… for less. An era comes crashing to an end at the hands of incompetent, fearmongering management. A man gives a touching and honest farewell speech, delivers the weather for one last time with flawless precision, shows his leg on statewide television and comes home, to a dinner of microwaved, reheated curry and a bad Friday night movie. Dad didn’t deserve this. He’s come to terms with it now, and I honestly believe that the move will be good for him - but he didn’t deserve for it to end like this. He didn’t want to, shouldn’t have had to, go out like this - his dedication and his devotion have been badly abused. Tonight, a titan lies snoring in my living room chair, and my pride has never been so bittersweet. God bless you, Dad. // 12 Comments
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t3h (h4r says:
April 22, 2006 at 9:12 am
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April 22, 2006 at 10:58 am
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April 22, 2006 at 11:22 am
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April 22, 2006 at 4:22 pm
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April 22, 2006 at 4:26 pm
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April 22, 2006 at 11:07 pm
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April 24, 2006 at 7:49 am
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