There were some really loving, caring moments between four people: a hotel room here and there – a really amazing closeness. Just four guys who loved each other. It was pretty sensational.
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I have always adored Ringo. When I watched that Harrison film the other night, whenever Ringo spoke I just felt it was truth coming out of his mouth. And sweetness.
I could not say the same about when Paul spoke. Sorry.
Plus? Ringo is an amazing fucking drummer. I hear that once someone asked Charlie Watts (drummer for the Rolling Stones, duh) who he thought the best drummer in the world was and he said, "Ringo, of course!"
Wow... that is envious... to be that close with another person who isn't a family member is more precious because it is a choice and not an obligation...
Ms. Moon,
No apologies to me. I'm not much of a Paul fan either. He's talented, but somehow just didn't speak to me the way John and George did.
Love you.
Big Mark,
Yeah, the quote really touched my heart.
Hope all is well with you.
SB
Very sweet sentiment.
Good morning to you darling SB. Ah, another week in the mines...hugs to you.
Mel,
Yes, the salt mines. Exactly.
Hugs returned.
Much love,
SB
Now that is real friendship. Interesting how things can change over time.
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