month.

Sgt. Buddy feels a little guilty. He misses his family. He forgot Valentine's Day until George reminded him. George sends flowers in Buddy's name to his wife.

Buddy also thinks about his 12-year-old daughter, Jeri, who is in love with the Beatles, especially Paul. She's a brainy, serious child who likes to see A's on her Oak Grove Elementary School report card. Jeri would love to meet the Beatles. But she doesn't even know her dad is guarding them.

A couple of days go by. Sgt. Buddy calls home. "Sorry I've been so secretive,'' he tells his wife, Dorothy. "Let's have a big dinner tonight.''

That afternoon Jeri and her mom arrange tables in the living room. Jeri assumes that her favorite Uncle Harold from California and some cousins must bebeef. Ringo even removes his storied rings and lets the boy play with them.

Eat and run? The Beatles stay and chat politely. They tell Jeri's mom how much they appreciate the home-cooked meal, including the strawberry shortcake. Then comes the knock on the door.

It's the neighbors, lots of them, and their kids. They have seen the limo. They know what Sgt. Buddy sometimes does. They have put two and two together.

Sgt. Buddy, law-and-order guy, allows the neighbors in. But listen, he tells them. Walk single file around the table in an orderly manner. Shaking hands is okay. No screaming, please.

As Jeri's best friend floats dreamlike into the room, Paul leans over and blesses Jeri with a big fat kiss. The kiss, thanks to the friend who witnessed it,