Last week I was walking along the main street of Blackwood, when my eye was caught by a plaque in the wall. It's a poem written by Max Fatchen for the launching of a bookshop at that location. The bookshop is long gone, but the plaque and poem remain. I've seen it and read it before but for some reason my eye caught the date as I walked past it last week: November 16, 1982. I realised: November 16: that's today! That means the plaque was dedicated today, exactly 22 years ago! The name of the bookshop I am not sure, but one could imagine it was Blackwood Books, or BB, or 22.