I thought that was sunday, not today?
anyway, weird story, when I was at college I worked in the deans office for a couple semesters and I used to talk to him about all sorts of stuff. He WAS AT the beatles first show in nyc, or at least he was in his story. Was living in southern ct with parents with some money and he was really into the beatles and the whole british invasion, so when they announced they were coming to america, he begged his parents to take him and his dad did. He said he could barely hear the band and it was loudest thing he had ever expierenced just from all the screaming. Also, that he had never seen so many girls in one place before.
Ok, that did not do it justice at all, but he would joke about things time to time but overall was pretty serious, and to hear him tell that story, using such passion like, well, a fond memory, I never doubted him.
