Monday, January 30, 2017

All You Need Is Lunch

I'm getting ready to close some doors to rooms in my life I don't need to visit anymore, so I have moments where I get a little moist around the eyes thinking about what once was, even if at that particular moment in time when whatever it was that was present and not past tense, I didn't feel that especially weepy. Memories are funny that way and many of mine are just hilarious I guess.

Yesterday someone posted this picture that eventually turned up in my Facebook Newsfeed (as utterly oxymoronic as that sounds) and I remembered the instant, admittedly not as a child as small as the one pictured but from my vantage point now, still incredibly terribly young, when I first heard The Beatles.

(Thank you, Colin Smith)
I smiled when I saw the photo and am still smiling at the idea of the uncounted number of people I shall never know, in rooms down hallways in which I'll never walk, who have not yet but shall soon enough Meet the Beatles.  

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