My Sgt. Pepper Phase

My wife welcomed me home recently. I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about, but she was quick to explain that I had emerged out the other end of my Sgt. Pepper phase.

sgt. pepperShe was right. I did go kind of sideways when I started down the Cannabis Trail. Everything was wonderfully far-out, and I did indulge my passions with a velvety languid affection.

It was a kind of last bit of unfinished business before embarking on these, my post-autumn years. I deserved a Sgt. Pepper phase. I’ve been living in the 1960s since there were 1960s, and Sgt. Pepper has always had the feel of a pinnacle.

I think I’ll start telling folks I went to Woodstock.

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About Gregg M. Pasterick

Old and tired...
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