A Frenchman, a card, a broken arm and the epiphany Saturday afternoon, December 3rd 1994, somewhere in western Athens He entered the cafeteria, where all his schoolmates used to gather on a Saturday afternoon for coffee and small talk. His mates waved at him. They were sitting on a table beside the big boys. GoodContinue reading “Memoirs Of a Vinyl Junkie – part 4”
