I first met Paul McCartney — or Sir Paul, who turned 70 on Monday — one summer afternoon in August 1964 at the San Francisco Hilton Hotel.
He was a friendly, unassuming fellow, even though 200 screaming teenagers kept up a nonstop barrage of shrieks outside his hotel room.
I was to travel with the The Beatles on their first American tour, and the next day at breakfast Paul smiled and said, “Morning, Ivor.”
(Pictured: The Beatles stop for a group shot in 1964. Author Ivor Davis is third from the left in the back row.)
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I was impressed.