|November 16, 1976 - Copley Hotel in Boston|
Reader meet George and gets to kiss him!
From Goldmine Magazine
Written by Marylin Blake
I was so impressed that at that late hour, after a full day and a long press conference, George anted to stay and meet his fans who had so patiently waited for him. Finally, I drew up enough courage to speak to him – nothing earthshaking, it was all I could do to remain standing and make my lips form coherent words. I remember telling him how much pleasure his Beatles music had given me and how moved I was by the depth of his solo work. I thanked him for being there. I flipped over the cardboard back of my little spiral notebook for him to sign, which he did.
Then – I don’t know what came over me – I shyly asked him if he would mind if I kissed him on the cheek. I saw his mouth turn up into the most amazing grin as he looked down at me, looked right into me for what seemed an eternity and nodded his head as he said that it would be OK! I held onto his outstretched arm for balance as I stood on my tiptoes and gently placed my lips on his cheek. It was only a moment, but that moment has now grown into 25 years. That was how I not only got to kiss a Beatle, but more important, that was how I was able to let a wonderfully sweet man named George know how much he meant to me.