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yesterday marked the thirty-third anniversary of Mal Evans's death. I had planned to post this yesterday, but was delayed by exigencies.
It sucks when "one of the good ones" isn't around to be one of the good ones.
I'm sorta shocked that, at the age of 15, I not only knew who Mal Evans was, but was intensely interested in the circumstances of his death.
I think I was a little bit of a Beatles Freak. Ya think so?