Cherry Vanilla

There were moments on the road with the Police I remember as clearly as that starry night on Highway 1 in Mendocino. One was the time we all came within an inch of dying when Sting fell asleep at the wheel. And one was the time we stopped at a quaint, cozy roadside café for tea and scones with clotted cream and jam -- so deliciously comforting on a cold, rainy day.

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But my favorite time was when we drove down south to play Plymouth and Penzance and we stopped off at Stonehenge.

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We had to go miles out of our way to get there. 

And though it was almost evening when we arrived, I was astonished that there was no one else around but us--no guards, no tourists, no ticket office, and no concession stands. I remember how silent we all were and how long we stood there in the piercing cold wind. I remember Louie’s arms around me, keeping me warm, and how I wished that the others all had someone special there to hold as well.