Forever Yours : The Unpublished Works

When I was thirteen I saw the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show and I immediately picked up a broom and imitated them playing something that was in their hands. Some-time later, I learned that what they had in their hands was called a guitar. Within two months I was standing at the loading dock of the Sears and Roebuck store, across from a park called The Fenway, with my arms outstretched, reaching up, while the warehouse guy lowered down my box with my bright red, shiny, new guitar in it. I took ...