Just Another Story. More About My Mother #13

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     My mother had a great adventurer's spirit. In a alternate universe, she'd have been in the Peace Corps, digging for fossils in Ethiopia or writing for National Geographic. "Outside the box" activities were common when I was very little and inclement weather meant nothing to her. I have pleasant memories of going on picnics in January.
     Also, rules didn't apply to her. There was always a plan "B", "C", "D" or "E" to enable getting anything done. If the first 4 plans didn't work, she'd just keep going, gradually dismissing more and more societal restraints. Some of these memories are quite entertaining as well. Jane definitely had a wacky and zany side to her. It was all but overcome by mental illness as she entered her 50's, but I do vaguely remember it.
     One of my most questionable, bizarre and extra-ordinary memories dates (probably) to the summer of 1965 or '66. I was either 3 & 1/2 or 4 & 1/2.  I was shopping with her downtown during the summer and I remember, like it was yesterday, an incredible crowd of people outside in the sunshine. We went inside a building which was affixed to the Terminal Tower on Cleveland's Public Square and talked with the desk clerk. We then walked down a hallway and passed a bunch of people. The crowd inside was just as overwhelming as it was outside. But most importantly, some of the people we passed in a hallway had the strangest hair I'd ever seen. It was so weird that it would become a primary anchor for this memory in the first place. These guys looked like they had mops on their heads. We then proceeded down another hallway into the Terminal Tower itself, and then down to the trains to come back home.
     I remember the crowds, in and out, vividly. I remember the buildings, the boys with long hair and the hallway, vividly, I think because they were so unusual. Here's what I surmise actually happened that afternoon:
     The Beatles played Cleveland Stadium twice: 1965 & 1966 and they stayed in the Sheraton Hotel which was on public square, adjacent to the Terminal Tower, with Higbee's Department Store adjacent on the other side. My mother wanted to do some shopping and walking around, not realizing the human traffic jam of teenaged girls we would encounter once on Public Square. We got caught up in the sea of humanity and she needed to get us out. She faked her way into the hotel as a guest just to get from "here to there". We then walked through the hotel's corridors, passed the "boys" as they were walking along, into the Tower and down to the train station.
     I really believe that's what happened. And if you knew my mother's ability to fake her way into or out of anything, well... you wouldn't even question my memory. I've mentioned before that she was a pathological liar. She also had the acting and improvisational skills to back up anything she said. It was incredible. This is one humorous and over-the-top illustration.