Melbourne Day Four

 After breakfast and being confronted with footage of last night’s festivities (oof) another relation scooped me up to spend time together. Ruthie and Sam Persol are relations of mine not far from Sam and Eva Menahem. Sam came by the house to pick me up and took me on a tour of his Melbourne. He’s lived in the area for some years and as a local councillor, knows his best well. He took me back to his for lunch where Ruthie was waiting. We caught up over open-faced sandwiches, talked about family, and ate bread with vegemite (it had to happen at some point). Our next stop was a local theater for a fundraiser. Sam is a competitive table tennis player and his local club was selling tickets for a screening of Marty Supreme. Every subculture is excited for its time in the limelight and this is no exception. The movie was weird and good. Sam notes that the quality of the playing was not quite up to snuff.

Back to their house for dinner, the whole mischpocha was invited to sit around the table and say hello. Another lovely evening with a large branch of the family. Helpfully, my auntie Cathy had mailed out a massive family tree which enabled me to point to my closest relations.

Shaaaaaake hands with your uncle Max my boy

After some long goodbyes I was back at the Starrs for after dinner drinks. Ash, a cousin, and myself wandered to a local for a Bev. Pint and a redbreast at a reasonable price. Good show.