His show arrived right at the moment when it seemed like America was coming apart, culturally, spiritually, and politically -- and promised us, in a tone that was relentlessly upbeat yet somehow never smarmy, that we actually could be one nation under a groove, that for three or four hours we could share a common bond.
Sometimes, my enthusiasm for writing has blinded me. Quite simply, I love to use words to share my experiences. If anyone tells me they've read one of my posts, I'm happy. If they say they enjoyed it, I'm thrilled. If they say they felt it like they were there, I'm floating. My pursuit of those emotions has, at times, caused me to overlook the feelings of others.
Freda Kelly, who ran the Beatles' fan club and was the secretary for their manager Brian Epstein, has refused to speak about or profit from her account of the eleven years she spent working for the Beatles. But with a desire for her grandson to know her story and her place in rock history, Freda is now ready to talk.
In the summer of 1977, I moved to another suburb, and had to start seventh grade at a new school. I was 12 years old and well into the awkward years. Moving and starting at a new school is always tough, and being the new kid in seventh grade was especially challenging. At that age, the lines are already drawn, the cliques formed.