OPINION: When I arrived on the Fraser Coast more than four years ago to steer the good ship Chronicle, I stayed down near the Urangan pier by myself for more than three months.
Each morning I would take myself off for a walk along the Esplanade and on most days that would also mean a stroll along the pier.
I got to know an old fisherman named Jack and he was always willing to fill me in on what the town was talking about, what was upsetting them and what they were happy about.
He was an old Labor man and as you would expect he didn't have much time for the local state politicians or for that matter the council we had at the time.
Back on a new fitness kick I have started walking again and I have been keeping an eye out for Jack.
I found out from some of his old friends that Jack in their words "fell off the perch" a few years ago.
They told me that he suffered a heart attack while fishing from his favourite spot on the pier.
The news was upsetting, but I reflected that if Jack would have planned a way to close of his life it would have been that exact way.
Gazing across the Bay hoping to snag a fish.
We know death is waiting for us but unless, heaven forbid, we commit suicide we can only hazard a guess where we will be when the final call comes.
We can only hope that like Jack when our time comes we will be doing our favourite thing and enjoying life to our last breath.