Blogger Learns to Tilt Windmills in the Land of Jean Paul Sartre
We drove through the night, singing "Starry Night" under the bright French Stars. This was 1973 and my two South African friends and I had decided to change our names. John became Arthur, a hat tip to the legendary king of Camelot; Grant became Mick, his favorite rock 'n' roller, and I chose the... Sign in to see full entry.