January 15, 2023:
I first heard Rubber Soul when the girl I loved, pretty Margaret, played it for me in her apartment on Clairemont Drive.
She was half-Japanese, and I thought her black hair and almond eyes were so pretty. She loved The Beatles: we were tribe.
Her favorite was "Run For Your Life", which today seems odd. She approved of murder threats from jealous boyfriends?
Much as I'd like to psychoanalyze her Navy household, I never knew her well enough for insight. They moved; she promised to write, but never did.
My first love, and first broken heart. Spring 1966, third grade.