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I saw the news on the MNF broadcast. Wife & I went to bed (we had grown up on the music). Got up around 2AM & went to the hospital. Our son was born several hours later.
Sixteen years later the family was in New York for a friend's wedding and coincidently it was my son's B-Day. After dinner we decided to find the Dakota, since my son knew the story. The police had the street blocked off, so we wandered over to Central Park and a place called Strawberry Fields. Several hundred people were there singing Beatle songs in a freezing cold snow storm at 10PM at night. Actually stood next to Yoko in the crowd. Kind of a surreal experience.
Of course the music will last forever, but as the anniversaries pile up you're reminded how ethereal the whole mortal coil is. Watching Paul perform Please Please Me as a big arena production number makes me feel better. Only two things could make it even better.
Son's 40th B-Day is tomorrow.
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