I just read Feral Mom's post about the Beatles, and that reminded me of my brush with greatness.
I once delivered Sir Paul's paper.
His newspaper carrier had missed him (and I can't imagine how...he's right behind the massive iron gates in the foothills of Tucson), so I took a replacement paper to his house. I drove up to the iron gate, rang the bell on the gatepost and waited. After a time, a McLackey said, "Yes?" and I replied...
He said, "Throw it over the gate." I did. Me and Paul McCartney...we're like this.
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