I am the oldest child of our family and was born before Ike beat Adlai Stevenson the first time for the Presidency of the United States. I was in Mrs. McGarry's fourth-grade class in the basement of Saint Peter's (sic) School in New Brunswick, New Jersey, when President Kennedy was murdered in Dallas, Texas.
Everyone grew a LOT older, a LOT faster after that day, and a LOT sadder.
My memories of that time of my life are mostly in black and white, though I know I was living in color. I mention the black and white aspect because that was how I and tens of millions watched the performance of John, Paul, George, and Ringo, 'The Beatles,' as Ed Sullivan introduced them on his Sunday night TV variety show and the world changed.
The ripples in the pond of our lives, all of us born after The Beatles arrived, are incalculable, and their influence and impact are beyond my ability to comprehend. They were, and remain, the soundtrack of not just my life but a frame of reference for many who will otherwise never know anything about one another but that we are/were fans.
To be honest, it doesn't seem like it was fifty-five years ago today.
-bill kenny
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