Today the LA Times published an article about John Lennon's seventieth birthday. Seems like ever since I first heard of the Beatles, they've been in the news. Here he's been gone nearly 30 years and he's still being talked about. There's no end to our civilization's delight in John, Paul, George and Ringo. They changed not only our music and spiritual beliefs, but also our hearts.
I was eleven when I first heard about them. People kept telling me The Beatles would be on the Ed Sullivan Show. My entire family sat in front of our little black and white TV set and watched the first show. It was love at first sight for me. Then we watched the second show together. I started buying up every Beatles album I could afford. They've been in my life ever since.
I still have all those old Beatles albums - and I'm considering sending them to my oldest daughter. She's been a Beatles fan since she was a teenager. She would probably collect and love the albums, not sell them, since she doesn't really need the money right now.
As for me, I will never get tired of hearing and singing along with Beatles songs. I have nearly all the lyrics memorized. Even after all these years the songs pull at my heart strings and bring back memories of a more innocent, simple time.