Missing My Beatles

Missing My Beatles
2019
I went for a nice drive out of town this morning, something I don’t do very often any more. Also something I hardly ever do, I had the radio on, tuned to my favourite station. It would be even a bigger favourite if they would only play some Beatles music. Best pop music ever and they can’t be bothered spinning one of two of their songs. So instead, I listened to some middle-of-the-road hit from years ago by some band I can’t remember the name of and as I thought about this Beatles Ban on this station, I started to get quite worked up. Mad even. I will admit I choose my issues to get mad about very carefully. Another mile or two down the road and I might have let out a yell or two. The song I didn’t want to hear finally ended and immediately, I heard the opening guitar plunks to And I Love Her, by the Beatles. Nevermind.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.