When I was a kiddo I loved the Beatles. I was around 10 or 11 when they hit the charts and I, along with my friends, bought the albums, saved Teen and Tiger Beat magazines with their pics and stories, saw them in person at White Sox stadium and screamed my head off. I went to the movies and saw "A Hard Days Night" and "Help" over and over again. Yep, I was a Beatlemaniac. (I must confess I just watched "A Hard Days Night" last week! No, I didn't scream during any part of it). When the song "When I'm 64" came out I sang along and tapped my foot with the best of them. Never in my imagination did I think I (or them) would actually ever be 64. Well, some of the Beatles didn't make 64, but yesterday I did. Maybe it's the song and maybe it's just me, but for some reason I'm a little taken back by the whole thing. I look in the mirror and can believe the 64 thing but my head still thinks I'm back somewhere before "When I'm 64". Oh well, it was a lovely birthday anyway. I took the day off so I could renew my driver's license and just hang out. I received many wonderful wishes, gifts, flowers, cards, and phone and Facebook greetings. Thanks for that my dear friends and family!