Don't it though?
(Aside: I have stood where Macca is standing
- Red Square, not onstage.)
Edit: In that same time frame (late February '75), my [junior HS] running buddy Marcus and I spent an evening in our Leningrad/St. Petersburg hotel bar committing diplomacy with some CCCP sailors (and their wives/girlfriends) on shore leave, while a Russian band bravely attempted several covers of Western rock music, including - naturally - some by the Fab Four. After one of our hosts had admired my western bolo tie (with a horse head, originally from JC Penney's in Irving, TX, IIRC), most of the evening, I gifted it to him or his girlfriend (hence, diplomacy). It was probably the pinnacle act of détente, or the seminal moment of гласность.
Stuck in my head.
What I didn't know then.
Forgiveness.
Forgiveness.
Quark?
