And the wind didn’t blow your hair when driving with the top down…..(I know this film and the name escapes me)
Remember the old days, when you didn’t have to drive? When the scenery moved for you?
It’s the classic “Rebecca”. One for a rainy Sunday afternoon and a roaring fire. Tell me about it. I have a convertible, and I always arrive everywhere looking like early Jackson 5. (ie got the Afro going. I don’t mean I sing nice soul harmonies…that would be absurd)
3 years ago • Notes