And this particular birthday isn't even a milestone.
But, then again, it is.
It's my 64th birthday. When I'm 64. For many people of my generation, this really is a milestone. I'm a Beatles song.
Back in 1967, when I first heard that catchy little tune that sounded more vaudevillian than pop rock and maybe — or maybe not — misplaced on the groundbreaking Sgt. Pepper album, I was 16. Sixty-four seemed so far away, in somebody else's lifetime. Hells bells, my parents weren't even 64 back then. We all had a ways to go.
Then I blinked.
Now here I am.
"When I get older, losing my hair
Many years from now"
Uh-oh. I did get bald...
"Would you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine"
Thursday is my birthday, Valentine's is Saturday, and Kim and I will probably sip a toast...
"If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four"
I can't tell you how much I depend on Kim...
"You'll be older too, "
Kim's birthday is Wednesday. Sheesh.
Anyway, back in 1967, it never occurred to me that I would get here one day. Who'd of thought?
It all kind of makes me yearn for another Beatles tune: