One Monday in 1964, a couple of months after the assassination of President Kennedy, I went into Mrs. Hoffmaster's sixth-grade class to find that some of the girls had filled the blackboard with sentiments like “We Love The Beatles” and “Beatles Forever.
“Who are The Beatles?” I asked. Rich Allan said, “Didn't you watch The Ed Sullivan Show last night?” It seemed as if I was the only one in my homeroom who hadn't.
My brother,department was decorated with cardboard cutouts advertising the new album. Albert made a beeline for the display as soon as we entered the store. He seemed fascinated by The Beatles.
