Happy Birthday, John

Yes, John and the boys were important to me.

I was fifteen when they invaded America and my teen angst.

I was nineteen, in college, and stoned a lot when the White Album came out.

I too was a dreamer, and I too wanted the world to give peace a chance. And I've discovered, as John did, that the most important things we do are considered a waste of time by somebody.

Happy birthday, John. I still enjoy wasting time with you.