Nigel Latta

I love Nigel Latta.
There, it’s out there.
I would be proud to call him my son.
Actually he is an older version of my son Sam.
The similarities are definitely there.
Sensible, strong, witty, honest, dependable, oh yes I could go on but you get the picture
A few years ago, I met him fleetingly as  Ruby and I clambered onto a plane in Wellington which had been held for us as the flight from Hamilton was running late.  The first face I saw was a smiling Nigel Latta.  One of my claims to fame.
The following link is well worth reading folks.


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