All a girl needs: a grass skirt and a glass of champagne.
Hawaiian party at Waverly, January 1996.
Photo courtesy Georgie Kirkham.

I’m only beginning to know Sally better, having met her just a few times since Ronnie introduced her to me as “His Special Gal” a few years ago. But the brevity of our encounters and the length of time between them are rendered immaterial, given that I walk away from each meeting no less than utterly charmed by her. She epitomizes delight. She has only to walk into a room and the place is bathed in light. Not even a filthy hangover dims her sparkle.

In fact, I’m continually awestruck that so much beauty, vitality, sass and spirit can possibly be contained in such a deliciously petite package!

Ronnie, you are one lucky dude!

Geri Spencer