When you get old, like me, you reminisce a lot. . . or, as Sonny Bono, sang it: remonisce. I mean, I can still remember the day I was out in our Baton Rouge yard, mowing our lawn in 1967, racing through it so that I could get back into—as the Beach Boys had so perfectly harmonized it—“in my room, in my room”—where I could listen to the Beatles’ brand new
George Harrison's Weeping Guitar
George Harrison's Weeping Guitar
George Harrison's Weeping Guitar
When you get old, like me, you reminisce a lot. . . or, as Sonny Bono, sang it: remonisce. I mean, I can still remember the day I was out in our Baton Rouge yard, mowing our lawn in 1967, racing through it so that I could get back into—as the Beach Boys had so perfectly harmonized it—“in my room, in my room”—where I could listen to the Beatles’ brand new