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Here comes the sun and I say it’s all right

October 18, 2017
Amy H. Peterson - Staff Writer ( , Estherville News

"Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter. Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's all right." ~The Beatles

Last Thursday, my son, Dylon, 24, finally got his Christmas present. I bought two tickets, orchestra seats, to Rain:?A Beatles Tribute Band.

Few people love the Beatles more than Dylon, and with these tickets (and great seats) I thought I had the best gift for my first born.

He must have been happy on the inside, because he didn't seem that excited.

So I spent these past weeks thinking I was not nearly as cool as I thought I was.

I?assured him that though I would make sure he got there, he didn't have to take his mom. He could take his younger brother, his cool aunt, a friend from work, really anyone. It didn't have to be mom.?I knew a 24 year old would not want to go to a concert with his mom.

The time was coming close and he seemed anxious, not happy. Finally I figured out that he wanted me to just take him and to be happy.

That was an understatement. Now I'm a little too young to have been alive when the Beatles were together, but I was nine years old on the day I came home from school to my mother crying and the Beatles LP?"Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"?on the new hi-fidelity stereo. It was, of course, December 8, 1980.

"John Lennon was murdered,"?my mother said.

I did know who John Lennon was. I?knew the Beatles' music. I loved the catchy upbeat tunes like "Life Goes On,"?and "I?Want To Hold Your Hand,"?and "Twist and Shout."

At that age, I was less a fan of ballads like "Michelle"?and "Yesterday."

The concert at the fully restored Orpheum in Sioux City was packed!?I?posted on Facebook my ire when at 7:35 there were people still being ushered to their seats for the 7:30 concert time. I?looked longingly at the box seats. They do look like a great vantage point, should we ever find ourselves flush with the cash to purchase seats there.

I did decide to love the moment we were in, realize this isn't the symphony, and simply enjoy.

It was breathtaking. We both thought so. In an encore, we all sang along to Hey, Jude. From my son, I received a bear hug of thanks.



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