Knowing that I'd never get to see the Beatles in person, I opted for the next best thing. Back in the day when celebrity stalking was unheard of, a popular teen magazine printed the actual addresses of the Beatles' parents/family. I jumped at the chance to send a note to George Harrison's mother to let her know how much I really liked the Beatles, especially George. And I happened to hint, not very subtly, that a small remembrance of George sure would be appreciated. Without telling my parents (I was 14 at the time), I mailed off the letter not knowing if it would really arrive at its intended destination. When a letter postmarked Liverpool, England arrive for me during the summer of 1965, I was completely taken by surprise. Inside was a black and white postcard of the Fab Four and on the back was a personalized note from Louise Harrison. She's also attached a very small piece of black fabric under which she had written "sock of George." Wow. I didn't even care if it was just a piece of some sock that had never seen any foot, let alone George's. It was something from his mother to me. After many years, I finally had it framed and it's been hanging on one wall or the other ever since. Our local PBS TV station hosted its own version of Antiques Roadshow a couple of years ago, and I submitted a photo of my sock. They selected me to appear on the show and the appraiser told me that while he was 90 percent sure the signatures were stamped, the fact that George Harrison's mother had addressed the note to me personally made it unique. Yep. It is that, and every time I look at it, I'm reminded of how much fun those Beatles years were for me.