Crossing the street

Photos taken by Paul Goresh 

 

The First Time

This photograph SEEMS to fit with this story, but I am not certain that it was taken at that time. 

 This story is from the February / March 1972 issue of McCartney Ltd  (which happens to be the very first issues -- I have discovered that McCartney Ltd took over the Official Paul McCartney Fan Club once the Official Fan Club ended, but that is a totally different story).

The First Time

Remember the very first time you set eyes upon Mr. Paul McCartney?  It seems to be very common for people who happen to love the man to literally crack up that first time.  You always tell yourself "I'm going to do this and I'm going to say that..."   Well, when the time comes, you're so shocked you don't' know what you're doing.   Remember???

Well, Shar has convinced me into writing a story about the first time I saw Paul.  It was a typical cold, windy day in New York.   Ann and I were getting the first taste of "how to freeze for ten hours while waiting for a Beatles."   It was March 30, 1969, a Sunday, 18 days since "Black Wednesday."  Paul's usually luxury yellow limo (namely a cab) pulled up and the excitement across our cold little bodies suddenly became hot.  HE WAS COMING OUT!  Everyone nervously gasped every time the elevator door opened, expecting him to emerge.  He surprised us all and came from the door leading from a flight of stairs.  There was the usual screams and squeals, and as he came out, he said, "I love you all."  He was tan and beautiful.  All I could say was, "Oh my God...Paul...."   and followed like a puppy after his footsteps.  I didn't know what I was doing.  As he was going toward the taxi he turned and looked straight at me.  The only reason I know he did this is because I took a photo.  I don't remember it happening  

Someone had given him cards and books and hew as looking over them in the taxi.  We all scurried down the street and followed the taxi.  I got right at his window and studied that beautiful face -- his lips are always so cherry red, his face so perfectly shaped with that five o'clock shadow. I even noticed the little hairs in his nose, and those eyes and eyelashes.  His hand was one inch from me, resting on the ledge, and I wanted to put my hand through the window to reach out to his.  For some unknown reason, I started saying "I love you" to him.  He looked up at me and smiled with that sexy "look of love" expression.  Then the car pulled away and he left us.   So many times we wish we could relive those days when Paul would say his most prized possession was his fans:  and he meant it. 

Waiting for a cab

Photos taken by Pat Manouses

 These photos were all taken outside of the Dakota on July 31, 1976

Hailing a cab

I bought these photos off ebay recently and was a little disappointed to see that they were not first generation photos and were extremely fuzzy.   I am not sure if the originals were this fuzzy or if it is just the quality of the photograph.    Does anyone out there also have these photos and would you check and see if the quality is better?  Thanks

Christmas with the McCartney's

It made me laugh that Paul has a Wings tote.   And what is with the McCartney guys and those long scarves these days?   Are they something Stella is making?

An interview with a cabby

I love this!   On May 10, 1976 the Wings' Over America tour stopped in Cleveland, Ohio and in the paper was a photo of Paul and the gang in a cab.    I don't believe I have that exact photo posted here.   But the local fans from "With a little Help from my Friends" kept their eyes peeled around town for the cab that Paul rode is so that they could talk to the cab driver about it!    I love it!   

This article was from the October 1976 issue of WALHFMF   and was written by "So" (who I cannot recall used that name when writing.)

Greetings friends and neighbors!
And yes, your on the scene WALHFMF reporter has done it again!  Of course in May when Paul McCartney arrived at the Cleveland Coliseum in all the regal splendor of...yellow cab????

Yes, we remember that moment in time when cab #830 was permanently fixed in all our one-track minds.    Ever since this reporter (cough) has kept an eagle eye peeled in downtown Cleveland and five months later, stumbled on THE cab, parked smack in front of her own office building!  (I also probably astounded the hell out  the cab driver who wondered how in the world this lunatic tracked him down 5 months after the fact!)   But he was quite a nice fellow, and humored me by assuring me he had indeed chauffeured Paul, Linda and kids to the Coliseum.  He also added, rather sourly, that P.M. back-seat drove the entire way out there ("Slow down!  Speed up!  Catch up with that cab!")  He also asked the cabby if he'd ever heard of the Beatles!  (True modesty, Macca!).  The ride out there cost $23 per cab and whoever paid the drivers (one of the managers)failed to tip him.   Ah well, Paul never mind...maybe next time they;ll land you at the right airport!  A

Hailling a cab

Taxi Time

Linda appears to be taking a photograph of someone photographing them.  

to the Cabbie in CL2-4141...

I love that Paul would give autographs at stoplights through his car window.   That is just awesome!