The Fab Four formed the musical backdrop to my last years in high school and my first in the city. How well I recall dancing alone to the Beatles in a high-ceilinged apartment on West Fourth Avenue.
At that time, my favourite Beatles song was Eight Days a Week. It was also amusing to listen to When I'm Sixty-four.
Back then, that advanced age seemed unimaginably distant. Now here I am. As John Lennon sang, Imagine. Still needed, still fed. Still charmed by the simple romantic dreams these songs evoke.