What the Moon Saw

Okay, so I was visiting a town called Stoupa just outside
Kardimili, Greece one year. It’s on the Peloponnesos, not
far from Kalamata, where all the best olives are born of
those craggy olive trees with the most improbable
silhouettes.

I was there at the behest of a lovely woman from Toronto by the
name of Beth who introduced me to her friend, the late Robert
Crisp.