This is Monday, my regular day for the sports wrap. It is also my anniversary. A little something special is called for.
In 1966, I'm sure I never imagined being married to the same person for 41 years. Young people just don't think that far ahead. Shortly after we were married, the Beatles put out an album called Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. One of the many hit songs from that album was "When I'm sixty-four".
At twenty-one, I never for a moment gave real thought to the words in that song, but now its time. The song starts off with "When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now". It wasn't that many years before I lost my hair. It goes on, "will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?" The answer to this is 'yes'. And then, "If I'd be out till quarter-to-three, would you lock the door?" Luckily, the answer is still 'no'. The first stanza ends, "will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?"
In 1966, I'm sure I never imagined being married to the same person for 41 years. Young people just don't think that far ahead. Shortly after we were married, the Beatles put out an album called Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. One of the many hit songs from that album was "When I'm sixty-four".
At twenty-one, I never for a moment gave real thought to the words in that song, but now its time. The song starts off with "When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now". It wasn't that many years before I lost my hair. It goes on, "will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?" The answer to this is 'yes'. And then, "If I'd be out till quarter-to-three, would you lock the door?" Luckily, the answer is still 'no'. The first stanza ends, "will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?"
Its amazing that those who wrote this song, Paul McCartney and John Lennon, and those who listened to it when it first came out, are about that old now. Absolutely amazing. I'm a lucky person.
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