Then how about one kiss?” he said with a sexy grin. “Something to remember me by?”. . . “I’ll give you something to remember me by,” I said. “The back of my head. ” I pushed past him and escaped through the door to freedom.
It was summertime and I was in The Azores, hanging around the small village my parents are from. I was looking out on this very rural setting, on a road going up a hill. There was an old man coming down the hill with a pitchfork on his shoulder. He was wearing gum boots, work pants - and a Coca-Cola T-shirt. I saw that and thought, That's my album!