Guess who's turning 64?

Update for anyone who is interested--my diary about celebrating Eucharist with Gene Robinson can be found at My Left Wing, Street Prophets, Booman Tribune, and Daily Kos. And, as General Convention is wrapping up, I'm still posting updates at Faithful Ohio.

Okay, this has nothing to do with anything, and if it turns out Oscar has put up a word for the week in the time it takes me to post this, I will move this post below his. But I can't resist a quick post today to say happy birthday to Sir Paul McCartney, who turns 64 today.

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
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?

Hmm------mmm---mmmh.
You'll be older, too. Aaah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, sunday mornings, go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight if it's not too dear. We shall scrimp and save.
Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck, and Dave.

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away.
Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?

by John Lennon/Paul McCartney

Oh, and Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there, including my husband, Demetrius, who proposed to me many years ago shortly after we listened to that song together. And of course, to my own father, whose political leanings are very different from my own, but who has always been there for me with love, support, and encouragement.

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