I was 8 years old, I need you guys to tell me about the scene at "D" Street.
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My clearest memory is of all of us crowded into the living room, glued to the TV..and who knocks on the door, coming to dinner...a priest, Fr.Nevins..good grief!
When the Fab Four comes on the screen, he stands right in front of the TV and begins to make fun of them, as we all strained to look thru his legs and he wouldn't shut up! Finally he moved, we were enthralled, at least I was,ha,ha...and right then I decided to put a band together and play until I was 66 yrs old, with my brother Eddie by my side! and then we all knelt for a blessing, and he left, ha,ha.. never forget it!
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was PUMPED... I had my bottle of COKE and a few pretzels and I was out on the porch. Could have cared less about those BRITS.
I remember laying on the floor and Dad & Fr Nevins wouldn't shut up! They finally went out on the porch with Paul & then we could barley hear the Beatles 'cause of all the screaming chicks! It was a memorable occasion...
thanks for the memories.
73 million people watched the Beatles that night & 2100 watched Dougherty beat McDevitt that Sunday afternoon
"these guys will never last as long as the Mills Brothers"
I remember Dad kept saying they were phony Brits; "If they're really English, where's their accent while singing?"
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