July 31, 2011 |
I had missed Paul's first Chicago concert years before. When Pat told me he was returning, I said I wanted to go. To give you an idea of what this was like, we had to reserve parking weeks in advance, about 8 city blocks away from the stadium. We had to make dinner reservations. Everywhere you went, people were playing Beatle music on radios/CD's. As we walked from the restaurant to Wrigley, we saw people set up on rooftops, along the streets, sitting on porches, everywhere.
I was told later that they all could hear the concert. But it was pure magic to be inside watching on the big screens, singing along. Generations of fans, every age, every color, men, women, children, waving their arms and knowing every single word.
I purchased a poster from that tour, and it is framed, hanging on the wall in the hallway. A night to remember until the day I die.
Linda
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