It's getting on in the day, and I'm about ready to hop in the car and head home. May be back tomorrow ....
Some parting thoughts ....
I wonder if this is the only Beatles festival to serve fried bologna??? (One of the kiosks close to the river sells it ... along with really huge smoked turkey legs.)
We're all getting along in years, we people who grew up with the Beatles (in fact, I'm bailing now because I'm wilting with an evil cold), but I will point out that one of the folks I talked to earlier in the day had a pacemaker and I thought, boy, we've come a long way from when I only knew that word in connection with Gerry and the Pacemakers.
And .... music is such a gift, and having a soundtrack to your life -- whether it's the Beatles or the B-52s or Bobby Darin or Bacharach or James Brown or Bach, or people whose names start with other letters, but I was on an alliterative roll! -- is one of the real blessings of being a human being. I'll be humming, happily, all the way home, clogged sinuses or no.
-- Pam Platt, The Courier-Journal
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