A Day to Remember...
This afternoon 41 years ago (41! How did THAT happen?) Jim and I met for the first time. I was in his hotel suite at the Plaza to do an interview, the only one he did that day.
And because no woman ever forgets the first moment she met the love of her life, I was wearing a dark-velour tunic, brown leather pants and sand-colored suede boots, with tigereye scarab earrings and a long gold chain; he had on his concert clothes from the Madison Square Garden show the night before---a rough unbleached white cotton peasant shirt, black jeans and black Frye boots.
What a day...and after.
And because no woman ever forgets the first moment she met the love of her life, I was wearing a dark-velour tunic, brown leather pants and sand-colored suede boots, with tigereye scarab earrings and a long gold chain; he had on his concert clothes from the Madison Square Garden show the night before---a rough unbleached white cotton peasant shirt, black jeans and black Frye boots.
What a day...and after.
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