During a long car journey, in America, in the Summer of '67, I woke to find we had stopped at a 'gas station' to buy 'gas'. Standing right next to our 'auto', I saw a girl wearing a leather mini-skirt (up 'til then I had only seen mini-skirts on television when the Mods and Rockers were having battles) - Oh, my goodness!!! - what would Granny say?
"What's pizza, Dad? What's a pizzeria?"
"Ah, when I went to Naples, after the war, I had pit-sa..."
We didn't get to try one.
(memory book painting)