Dear Hawkeye,

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!!!! I am! I would have been! I would have been one of these screaming, fainting girls at The Beatles’ concerts!!! The Beatles were the only ones who ever got to me, who hit that histrionic nerve, ever since I found an old LP in the basement of the apartment building my grandparents lived in, in Minsk, & heard Yesterday. I was a goner. Don’t know why.

I’ve loved other British groups. I love The Stones, The Who. Love American groups, fell for U2, hard, in 1982, way before they sold their soul. But nothing, still, touches The Beatles.

And nothing ever will.

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.