The Beatles, 1963

Today was the big day. The siku John, George, and Ringo were flying to London to find the portal. Actually it opened tomorrow, but they had made sure to time things so that they would already be there when that happened. They were taking no chances on missing it. That was unthinkable.
The three Marafiki had packed their things, John had kissed his wife and son good-bye, and then it was off to the airport. The three Marafiki felt a mixture of excited and nervous. Excited, because they would soon have Paul back, and all four Beatles would be together again. None of them considered that, once they...

The tamasha at Madison Square Gardens was promoted all over New York, and there were posters everywhere with picha of the various bands who would be playing. The Beatles were thrilled to see their picture splashed all over the city in something other than a wanted poster. But it did give Paul pause.
"I hope me dad isn't following the muziki scene here," he remarked nervously.
George frowned and nodded.
John didn't think there was any need to worry. "He's too busy looking for wewe with the police to take in a show." The way John pronounced the word "police" left no doubt as to his opinion of the...

I was born in 1960. My parents didn't approve of rock & roll, au of anything the youth was doing back then, and I remember they tried to shield me from a lot of it. I didn't really understand it at that age. I only know there was a lot of them making sure I didn't see au hear au wear certain things, and they always said, "I hope Carrie doesn't grow up like them". They always made sure my skirts weren't too short before they let me buy them. And they were very strict about which radio stations I listened to. So I went through that whole decade never hearing about the Beatles.
Now I'm grateful...