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A Triumphant Yard-saled Gift

“I found something just for you,” he said, entering the door from a long morning of yard saling.

The smile on his face alone got her really excited.

“What is it?” she replied, trying to feign calmness.

He put down a large bag. “First I have to finish unloading all the stuff I got!”

She jumped up to help. “I hate working Saturday mornings. I miss all the good yard sales.”

They unloaded the car.

A box of old books.

An antique record cabinet.

Yet another Brownie.

A brown bag of children’s books from the 1960s.

An old chair.

Three more bags of random objects. Cookie cutters. Teapot. Stack of records.

“Is it a record?”

“Close!” he said as he rummaged through bag after bag, letting objects fall to the floor as he dug.

“Would you just tell me!”

“NO! It’ll be better to see the look on your face when I just hand them to you.”

“Them?” she said, wondering what it could be. “Does it have to do with The Beatles?” It was her favorite subject.

“Maybe,” he said with a sly smile.

She started hopping up and down a little bit.

“The records are over here,” she pointed, trying to be helpful.

“It’s not a record…”

What could it be? She was so excited.

Finally, he said, “Aha!”

She ran right next to him as he pulled out a stack of cards and handed them to her.


She quickly dropped to the floor and started lining them up on the hardwood like a kid opening his first pack of baseball cards.

She was in awe as he walked up and stood next to her. She exclaimed, “I’ve never even seen these in real life before.”

“Me neither,” he said with a triumphant look on his face.

“How much were they?”

“I got them in a whole bag of stuff for five bucks.”

She looked up and smiled. “Thank you.”

“What can I say? I love the girl.”

She smiled, hugged his nearby legs, and returned to displaying the cards out on the floor.


Peace and Love

“Peace and love!” I said loudly to my class when the clock struck noon. What can I say, I’m a huge Ringo fan!

“What are you doing?” someone asked.

“Ringo asked all of his fans to say that at noon, so I did. It’s his birthday.”

“You like Ringo Starr?” someone else asked.

“Of course! I have a bunch of his records.”

“Records? Like real records?”

“Yup. Plus I saw him last weekend in Atlantic City.”

Nobody responded. Finally, after a moment of silence longer than the one in before the pledge of allegiance, someone said, “Wow…I’m jealous.” Many people nodded.

I was surprised. I expected to be teased. Nope.

“Did he sing Beatles songs?”


“No No Song?”

“Sadly, no. That was the one I wanted to hear the most.”

I had no idea so many people were fans!

“What was he like?”

“Well, he was quite lively, dancing around, really having fun up there, considering he’s seventy.”

“He’s seventy?!?” a few asked.

“Yup. Today is his 70th.”

A bunch of people start typing on their computers.

“Trust me guys, I’m right. I would know.”

Turns out they were Googling No No Song. Nice.

Happy Birthday, Ringo.

Tales From Ringo

“Did you notice nobody on stage ever said the word Beatle?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I found it odd and was paying attention. We’re seeing Ringo Starr, live, and the word Beatle has not even been uttered.”

She thought about it, and as she did he spoke into the microphone.

“This is a little song I sang that a couple of my old friends wrote for me.”

“See?” I said to her. She nodded as he started singing Photograph.


“Now we’re going to hand the show over to a good friend of mine, Edgar Winter.”

I paid how much to see Ringo? And he’s handing the show over to someone? What the hell?

“Are you ready to ROCK?” Winter yelled as I was a bit confused, even dumbfounded. Sure, there’s something to be said of hearing Edgar Winter sing Free Ride live, I’ll admit. But I can’t decide, is this a good thing or a bad thing?

“This song makes me think of Dazed and Confused,” she said to me.

“Yes!” I responded, still confused about my feelings on this issue. I mean, what if we hear this, but Ringo doesn’t sing No No Song? Or Octopus’s Garden?

This went on for four songs.  Will Palmer of The Romantics singing What I Like About You. Rick Derringer singing Hang On, Sloopy. Richard Page singing Broken Wings.

So the big question is, will he play the two songs I want to hear more than anything?


“So for those of you who don’t know, which is most of you, I had a new album come out in January, Y Not.”

Two people cheer.

“Thanks. Both of you.”


He did not play them. No Octopus’s Garden, no No No Song. So am I pissed? I still don’t know. It was fun, to be sure. He closed singing With a Little Help From My Friends, which was breathtaking. Exciting. Awesome. Yellow Submarine, sang by Ringo? Excellent.

“What was your favorite song?” she asked me. “The finale. With a Little Help. For sure.”

“Me too,” she responded, taking my hand.