This weekend I found myself thinking about Kealba, the suburb of the first ten years of my childhood.
Back then in the 80s, Kealba could easily be described as a paddock on top of a ravine with a bunch of houses in it plonked between Keilor (Ke) and St Albans (Alba) in Melbourne’s northwest. The streets were nothing extraordinary, …
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