Fifty-five years ago today, The Beatles landed in the United States of America at John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York and the world really has never been the same.
Maybe the BOF in me and maybe a little channeling of my father at his reaction to the music I was listening to as a kid when I look at the charts of today's music and artist popularity when I offer 'sorry you missed it.' Except, I'm glad I didn't.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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