A CRICKET JOINS THE BEATLES

Listening to Abbey Road on a cold winter's night

The kids were gone for the weekend, on a school trip to Washington,DC, I had no work until Monday, and it was Saturday night.

I was unaccustomed to such privacy and freedom; I would, I decided, make the best of this situation and revisit my misspent youth.

I called a stoner buddy and asked him if it would be possible for him to score me a bit of acid.

He could, and did.

By early Saturday night, I was in my old recliner, taking off on my first acid in nearly a decade, sailing into the stars on Crosby, Stills & Nash's Wooden Ships. 

Back from there, I was off to stroll along ABBEY ROAD with those wonderful, magical Beatles. I had drifted somewhere in my head, when suddenly, I heard a cricket chirping!

Ordinarily, this would not have even managed to capture my attention,living as I did in a rural area outside of Brattleboro, VT,  but it was February. There wasn't an open window in the place. Come to think of it (which I just had), I was wearing headphones--good ones-- so I shouldn't be able to hear-- it was, I fear, well on the way to becoming what I believe is commonly known these days as a WTF moment... when it hit me like that famous flaming pie; the crickets were on the record! 

Nowadays, I am not so easy to amaze.