It was a magical night.
We went to see this Paul McFrickin'-Cartney.
I'm telling you, it was three solid hours of Awesome Sir Paul. The guy was a machine, never stopping for a break until the very end. The roar of the crowd brought him back for another 1/2 hour of encores. It was amazing to see people of my generation and older rocking away to his music, but also kids in their twenties, even pre-teens, totally into the music, dancing in their seats and pumping their arms in the air. I have to admit, I teared up at some of the songs and photos as we all remembered Linda and John and George. And I thought back to those endless summer days of my childhood, when I carried my transistor radio into a nearby field, and stretched out on a blanket to listen to the Beatles.
Happy, happy sigh.