It’s February 12, 1964, and nobody in New York City cares a farthing that it’s Abraham Lincoln’s birthday. The Beatles have just arrived in NYC, and frenzied Beatlemaniacs across the street from New York’s Plaza Hotel are losing. Their. Minds.
Twist & Shout & Shout & Shout
I Don't Get It 
And they said it would never last, Kerbey.
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Good point. I still listen to The Beatles.
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Me too!
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One of the best.
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I remember the news coverage that day. Yikes!
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Seriously? Wow.
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What? It’s not like a really long time ago. Well, not from my perspective anyway.
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