When I’m Sixty-Four

In a few days, I’ll be the same age my mother was when I gave her a copy of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, but only because 27-year-old me found it amusing that Side 2 offered up the perfect age-appropriate birthday song. 

Turns out, on its release, John Lennon was 26½. Paul McCartney would turn 25 in a few weeks. Ringo would be 27 in a month or so. And George had only just celebrated his 24th.

And yet those four cheeky pups had the gall to think that they’d have something to tell me today about growing old.

Inspired by To the Bitter End. Photos by Michael Cooper.