A friend just emailed to let me know that today is the forty-fifth anniversary of the Beatles’s (“Beatles’ “? These confusing apostrophes!) appearance on Ed Sullivan. I simply do not believe that forty-five years have gone by since I sat spellbound and hyperventilating in front of our very small rented television, rushing off during the break to phone my friend Lea, who was similarly incoherent. She was a John girl.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much