Baby I’m amazed at the way you pulled me out of time

The temperature, which hovered in the high 90s Tuesday night, had nothing to do with our three-generational swoon. The racing hearts? The weak knees? The goofy gazes? Blame them all on Sir Paul McCartney, who held all 45,000 of us (including my mother, my sister Kathy, Molly and me) in his gifted, frenetic hands during [...]