At what a distance we stand.
Little over a fortnight ago I visited Glenrowan. Stood where you stood when you made that final stand of yours. Walked the place you fell and your reputation soared. The folk hero you became, though, the folk hero you remained. Let me tell you Ned, the image you created, the man you were and the very name given to you at birth, now splattered on; soaps, beverages and restaurant signs.
Who am I? But an example of my generation, at a similar age standing where you stood over a century and a half later, pondering whether I would join you all those years back, and have stood beside you.
Standing, yes, pondering.