Will You Still Need Me When I’m 64?
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?
It’s tough to imagine, but today I turn 64 and I’m able to answer the questions posed in the opening lyrics of this Beatles tune, part of the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album released in 1967, a year before I graduated from Wheeling High School (Illinois).
I was 16 years old at the time, and while I loved the song, the lyrics sounded vague and strange to me. I get them now.
Now, I am beautifully bald for a reason; my beloved sends me all manner of greetings, including for Valentine’s and my birthday; and she never locks the door at 3 a.m. because, frankly, I’m usually asleep by 9:30.
All these years later—47 to be precise—there are three other concepts in these lyrics that were oh, so prescient for me personally. First, “ Will you be sending. . .bottle of wine?” Even 15 years ago, I never would have imagined that this glorious, addictive nectar would have become such an essential part of my life. More importantly, the business I share with my son, Drew—our much-cherished Carpe Vino—is a conduit of joy for so many people, including our nearly 1,200 Wine Club Members. And, yes, the wine will continue to flow, always.