A few months before that night I had named my newest brother Paul… I wanted to call him Ringo but the so called adults in my life didn’t agree with that.
Right before Christmas vacation I had bought my very first record ever, in the middle of English class from a classmate, with every single bit of money I had to my name ($1.00) and it was a Beatles 45… “I Want to Hold Your Hand”
I can tell you where I was, and what was happening in my life, but it’s a very very long story. I was just 15 years old and had just become the “lady of the house”
And I loved the Beatles. I don’t think I realized what was going on around me… all I cared about were the Beatles….
50 years, some nights it seems like yesterday.