Letter: Insanely jealous
My dad brought home the With the Beatles album from a business trip and gave it to my brother. I was 8 and insanely jealous. We knew right away that they were special. Then my brother, 12, got to see the Beatles at the Crosley Field baseball stadium (later demolished) in our hometown of Cincinnati, and, again, I was miffed not to be included. I had bobbleheads of the Beatles. Of course, Paul was my favorite. He was the most handsome.