This song reminds me of my family and me stopping for chips in a recently renovated cafe in Donegal on a rainy August day, 1988. There was the smell of freshly planed wood still in the air mixing deliciously with the smell of chips and vinegar. That song was playing on the radio in the background. I guess this is a sort of reverse Proustian rush I'm experiencing as I type this.
This song reminds me of my family and me stopping for chips in a recently renovated cafe in Donegal on a rainy August day, 1988. There was the smell of freshly planed wood still in the air mixing deliciously with the smell of chips and vinegar. That song was playing on the radio in the background. I guess this is a sort of reverse Proustian rush I'm experiencing as I type this.
