INvasion

Dear Father,

I am getting desperate. I know you're very disappointed in me, and I can hardly blame you. Was it actually 20 years ago you were telling me my plans for a career in rock music were futile? A long time ago. And remember how I didn't believe you?

I admit it—I was wrong.

I'm amazed you and mother put up with me back then, especially when I let my hair grow long. Even then I knew you were ashamed of me, but, of course. I wanted to be one of the Beatles. It could never be-we both realize that now-but at the time. I was absolutely certain the Flees could've been the biggest band of '64. Thanks again for buying amplifiers for me and my mates.