It was long before I knew anything about Tupelo or Memphis. Sun Records, Sam Phillips or the fair ground colonel. In '57 aged twelve, in a small sea side town the eight week long school holiday had begun. And one sunny morning on a Saturday I sat in Togs Cafe; pocket money, chilled Coke, sandy shore hands and then, some girl played the Juke Box. |
| Tog's of Troon |
We all have places of association with a song from the beginnings of youth; of those special to us moments triggered in the present from a car radio or on passing an open window; when briefly we're delivered to days of beach time friendships where those times-ago faces remain, but names from these simple, summer days have faded.
I away used to sing: 'come on su-gar.' not ever connecting the obvious. Tog's Cafe is no more, but now at least I know the words... (Photos: Copyright Control)
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| All Shook Up: T22 |
