My Brush with Greatness
In 1958 I was living in Seville, Spain, in a lovely house in the Barrio de Santa Cruz.
One morning during that winter I walked from our little street into the Patio de Banderas.
There was a horse and carriage parked
at the curb, there was no driver, but an elderly man
My back was to the wall of the building
but I was afraid to approach I finally drew up
He nodded, I stepped forward and shook
hands with Winston Churchill,