1964 – 9 years old...the Beatles launched
the English invasion..."Love Me Do/Please, Please Me"
... I convinced my parents that guitar lessons were crucial
to my existence, but sadly, my rental guitar was abysmal.
The strings were an inch off the fret board. Not only were
F chords impossible, but they hurt!
1965 - I began drum lessons sometime in late
winter or early spring. I can’t recall my motivation,
although this time it was not due to the Beatles, never having
been a Ringo fan. I played in the school band and had private
lessons with my Aunt Joyce, who ran a music studio in Elmhurst
with her husband. This time I stuck with it. Dad and Mom,
I’m sure, were a bit leery of these phases. This time
I had proved I could keep with it, and somehow, on Christmas
morning, there it was.... a brand new chrome plated Ludwig
Actually, it is pretty close to:
Our first long vacation took place in the summer of 1965
- the New York World's Fair - the long way... Mom, Greg and
Next stop - Cooperstown. The Hall. Can it be as wonderful as I recall?. Both the museum and the upper New York area. Utter tranquility. If you haven't been there, you should.
"Whoever wants to know the heart and mind of America had better learn baseball, the rules and realities of the game - and do it by watching first some high school or small-town teams..." - Jacques Barzun
What is unique about baseball, compared to other American sports, is it's history. From Abner Doubleday to Christy Mathewson to the long lineage of Yankee sluggers beginning with the Babe, Cooperstown enshrines the heroes as immortal. If a definition of immortal is never forgotten, then those ‘Boys of Summer’ are indeed immortal. Ken Burns baseball documentary is one movie I continue to watch once per year. I was a huge fan of the Chip Hilton books during this time as well.
In the fall, after we had seen the the Beatles movie “Help”
at least once, Jack Curtis and I performed a lip synch version
of "Another Girl" at Lincoln School for a "talent"
show when I was in 5th grade. I played Paul. And there was
a lovely young lady...
Jack and I were British Invasion fans:
In April of 1966, we moved to Philadelphia....