Angels and Rainbows and the Quiet Man

When I was a kid in the 70s I wanted to be a Spanish dancer, blow up the TV, eat peaches and all that. Later I was struck romantic by oodles of light and incredible dreams, cried for James Lewis, cracked my heart over Donald and Lydia and fell in love with a free ramblin’Continue reading “Angels and Rainbows and the Quiet Man”

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