I few years ago my 26 year-old godson was at Sloan Kettering in NYC being treated for a very rare cancer. How rare? He was the eighth case on record.
As he was spending the last two weeks of his life, there was a knock on his hospital room door. The fellow introduced himself, said he used to be in a band and asked if he could spend some time talking and playing his guitar. He spent about an hour and then autographed his $1400 Taylor guitar and left it with my God Son. After he died his mother put it on his childhood bed and no ones played it since.
That’s how Paul got to be my favorite Beatle.
Great story!
Wow