I probably was, but since this was at my grandparents' rather small row house, I slept in a crib. They also probably kept me in there to keep me out of trouble. I was obsessed with cars in those days, or "car-cars" as I called them, and would stand outside, correctly identifying vehicles as they went past. It was the first snow I had ever seen, and my mother was like "Look at the snow, Matthew!" And I was going "Dump truck. Cement mixer. Ooh, tractor-trailer." Sorry, music didn't come along until a LOT later. But don't feel bad about John Lennon, folks. I don't particularly like him, but all I have to say is, he's free as a bird, because it's the only way to be.

--Mbo