Far Out Man
I love it!--Another Boomer who just can't let it go.
Read the above link, it opens in a new window. Now here's my memory:
After the Beatles Concert in Log Angeles in 1964, I slipped out of a side door in a total daze not realizing it was the fire escape. There was none other
than John Lennon, STILL the love of my life, sneaking a "fag", munching on a few "jelly babies", and getting some peace and quiet. Had a few fags with him and we talked into the night about the future of art and comics. What a blast!
Ah, the memories,
Old hippies never die, we just misplace our love beads.
~Paula
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