Drive My Car

Can you imagine pulling into a gas station in central Illinois and seeing Paul McCartney at the next pump? Or going to a dull roadside museum in Joliet (a half-hour at the most from my house!) and having a Beatle in your tour group?

My favorite part of Mary Schmich’s column is this quote from one of the workers at the museum:

“And it was Paul McCartney,” she said. “I froze. It was like seeing Bigfoot.”


I fully expect a Google Maps-based picture of his trip to appear on the web with little McCartney head icons at the places he’s spotted. (Hofner bass icons would be better.)

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