Maoomba is like a cat that’s lived several of its 9 lives. It has been many things over the years. It doesn’t need constant attention. It couldn’t care less what I do. But it’s always available for a scratch under the chin.
I was probably 8 or 9 years old when the big fog rolled in.
My brothers and our neighborhood friends had never seen anything like it, so thick we could barely make out our hands when held out in front of us.