I remember it like it was last week (which isn't really saying a lot, since the last four weeks have been one snowy blur). We finished dinner early and gathered around the living room TV for Ed Sullivan. I'm not sure, but I'm guessing I had not laid eyes on the Beatles before that night. Ed introduced them in that signature Ed way, and there they were. I instantly fell madly in love with George vowing to marry him and have his children, while my mom yelled frantically to my dad who was still in the other room, "TOM! GET IN HERE! YOU HAVE TO SEE THEIR HAIR!!" I was 8. Suddenly feeling very elderly.