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I lost one of my friends at Granville. Bruce would get on that service at Parramatta every day to go to work in the city. In a couple of minutes he was dead. He was in one of the carriages the bridge flattened.
This of course was long before the days of mobile phones. We were on holidays on the central coast when the park management called us to the office to ring my parents at home. They passed on the sad news. We came home for the funeral.
On a happier note, Bruce's father turned 100 a couple of months ago.
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