Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Where Were You Twenty-Nine Years Ago?

I was in eighth grade in rural Wisconsin, and the Beatles had already done more to shape who I was becoming than just about anyone else in my life. I had a stack of vinyl and knew every word.

The morning after, my friend Dawn came up to me in the hall, before any classes, apologizing to me, saying she was so sorry, that she knew I was a big fan. I still hadn't heard.

It was quite stunning. I had to sit down.

Of course I was 13, preparing to move to Cali, and had other issues.

Many other issues.

So life moved on, but I'm still listening. After all, to hear Earl tell it, He's my namesake.

1 comment:

Old Nevermore said...

My Mom cried a lot when I was a kid.

I never saw her cry like that, though. Like, it was the end of everything she believed in when she was young.

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