pop star

Kate Flannery brilliantly recounts her romantic romp with a 60's pop star. It brought back memories of my 10-year-old self dancing to his albums in my friend Margaret's garage. We'd play them on her portable record player--the kind that looks like a suitcase with fake leather exterior and a lid that lifts. We'd dance to "Daydream Believer" while her cocker spaniel, Princess, circled our legs...