Letter: Secret hiding spot
I remember vividly when the Beatles came to America and played on the Ed Sullivan Show. I was 8, and my mother would not let me stay up for the entire show. I hid in the living room where I had a perfect view of the only television in the house. I was behind my father’s chair and watched my older sisters singing along and getting so excited that they kept jumping to their feet. My father sat in his chair to read and never discovered me sitting there. When I finally went to bed, I stayed awake for a long time figuring out how I could arrange for my oldest sister to meet and marry Paul McCartney. I became a devoted Beatle fan and continue to love them to this day.