‘These are poems of connection and remembrance. They celebrate family, friends and acquaintances . . . They are also poems which affirm the dignity of the ordinary, by turns rueful, wistful and comically sardonic. . . Lindsay Rabbitt wanders, observes, and acknowledges his neighbourhood and its inhabitants. His poems gently unfurl in a Whitmanesque spirit of camaraderie . . . He invites you to join him in raising a glass to the salt of the earth, to the 'wild child' and to the 'everyday Christ', to his mother who sent him flowers for his 63rd birthday, and to his barber grandfather who whispered 'Keep your skull still'.’ — David Eggleton