Carole Gamble, Mullumbimby Creek
One of the unexpected joys of moving to Mullumbimby fifteen years ago was to discover the treasures in our midst. Certainly to have Mungo MacCallum living and working here was a gift.
In my opinion, he is one of Australia’s most learned, erudite, incisive political writers of our time, and writing each week in our own local independent newspaper! Woohoo!
Of course, even if your political persuasion was not in line with his, you absolutely had to admire his writing, didn’t you?
To see the footnote in last week’s edition that it was probably to be the last of his insightful, often hilarious commentary on our world and the state we are all in, was very sad.
We all know that Mungo’s health has looked a bit precarious for a few years, and following life saving surgery he lost his wonderful, resonating voice – but not his intellect or penmanship.
Now I wish that I had saved all his articles that really resonated (I did cut out several) but of course we have his books, which in themselves provide great insight into the era when Mungo was mostly working in Canberra.
Perhaps he will find the time and strength to continue producing his diabolical crosswords? How did he manage to roll these out every week?
So Mungo, all the best for whatever lies ahead and best wishes too, to Jenny, his devoted wife and partner in all things.
We will miss your wonderful column, Mungo.
For four decades The Echo has printed the stories some people loved, some people hated, and some pretended not to read. If you want us to keep telling the truth, the real truth, not the sugar-coated version. We’ll need your support to keep the presses rolling. 
