Encounters

Debbi's dad was a blue meanie, but that doesn't make him a bad person.

I don't have any pictures of the occasion, but my father was a Chicago Police officer assigned to the 'Beatle detail' for their first tour here. He came home with an issue of Beatles USA Ltd. and told me this was his job for the next couple of days and that he basically was one of their bodyguards while they were here. He was very impressed with how nice and down to earth they were, and loved John's sense of humor, dealing with all the insanity.

When he came home he was the star of the neighborhood with everyone but me. I expected him to bring John home for dinner (he was my favorite after all). I guess his Captain took pity on him dealing with me (I was about 8 years old at the time) because he got tickets and my parents took me to see the Beatles at White Sox Park. It is one memory I will always cherish.

 

 

 

 

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