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A WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE
“Has anyone ever told you that you look like…”
It was nearly ten years ago when I learned about a DVD titled PAUL McCARTNEY REALLY IS DEAD, The Last Testament of George Harrison. Based on my readings of various commentators, it was both interesting and discredited. Naturally, there are many who find the conspiracy’s details fascinating and indisputable.
For me personally, Paul McCartney was more than just another rock star, though. I’d like to share here some of my own connections to this singer/songwriter who achieved megafame and fortune as a member of the Fab Four.
In the beginning, as a young teen I was not a superfan of the Beatles. That is to say, I was put off by the Beatlemaniac hysteria I saw in the girls in my junior high school during the Ed Sullivan/Hard Day’s Night/Help period. Yes, I had some of their records, and I did like the music, but I found the fawning girl-fan teeny-bopper excesses just a bit much. So I got into the Stones, had their first albums, attracted to their bad boy image.
Everyone had to have a favorite Beatle, of course, and I somewhat identified with George, the quieter…
