I Think It Runs in the Blood

The first album I bought was Meet the Beatles. I bought all the ones that followed.  I would not class myself as a maniacal Beatles fan, but I grew up with their music and I love it.  The man I married, on the other hand, is one of the Gray Eminences of Beatle Recording fandom.  If there's a bootleg, an outtake, a bit of studio lore concerning the Beatles that he doesn't know, I'm not aware of it.  So it stands to reason that both my girls grew up on Beatles music and love it.  When George Harrison died and people gathered at Strawberry Fields in Central Park, Sarcasm Girl (who was then about 11) joined the crowd, singing with a hundred or so strangers who all shared the music in common (I would have stayed to sing too, but Avocado and I had a date with the Merry Go Round, and I was confident that I could leave Julie among her Tribe for half an hour).

Today was the first day of Outside Lands, a 3-day music festival held in Golden Gate Park.  And Sir Paul McCartney was the headliner, doing the last show of the night.  Avocado, aka Becca, was there.  Twenty feet from the stage.  Sitting on a friend's shoulders.  Singing along to everything, noticing every guitar riff (that would be her father's influence).  Paul waved to her.  She is exalted.  To quote her Facebook post: "Holy SHIT Paul McCartney just acknowledged my existence from 20 feet away.... Life = made"

I feel like we musta raised the kids right, somehow.