Yes, we have the cold front here now. It struck with a vengeance yesterday but today is better. No rain. Windy, though. The predicted ice storm hasn't arrived, we are surrounded. All of the communities around us are dealing with ice and sleet. We are under an ice storm warning through tomorrow. All of the school kids are hoping it makes it here overnight.
I purchased the new Beatles double cd set, 'Love', Sunday afternoon. I was on the lookout for a good cd to play in the car while the son and I were in the bookstore picking up his copy of 'The Great Gatsby' for English class. It's a good cd but I am irritated by some of the mixing of the songs. They end up shortening some tunes I really like. Son was typically embarrassed that his mother was singing along with gusto on the way home. I especially enjoyed 'I Want to Hold Your Hand', the first Beatles song I ever heard.
I remember the first time I saw The Beatles. It was their first appearance on American tv. Their debut was on The Ed Sullivan Show, February 1964. I was 8 years old and my mamaw called me into her bedroom to watch the show with her. She told me that a rock and roll group, billed as the 'mop tops from Liverpool' were going to sing and we should see what all the fuss is about.
My grandmother, Mamaw, lived with us at that time. We lived in Shreveport, Louisiana and I loved that woman. I was her first grandchild and I could do no wrong. She spoiled me shamelessly and loved that I had bestowed her new moniker upon her as a little one learning to talk. My sister, 16 months younger than me, got the short end of the mamaw attention stick. When our youngest sister came along 6 years later, she was the new favorite grandchild at our house and became the perfect one. She even received the honor of being named after Mamaw, so there you have it. I enjoyed my 7 year reign as The Perfect One.
I thought The Beatles were cool. Still do.
I loved Paul. Still do.