Tut•TJ•EC•Beatles•John&Yoko. I listened to their Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band monaurul album* [1]. We went tobaganning. We drove to Shelburne. We played bingo. We played in hayloft. A++
* monaurul
[1] I had used an asterisk in this entry since I had squished in the word “monaurul” [sic–embarrassingly this is one of two spelling errors in an otherwise brief diary entry] and it wasn’t legible. My family had gone with friends of my mother’s to their cottage north of Orangeville for the weekend, from Friday to Sunday. Thirty years ago and I have fond memories of the best winter holiday ever. The cottage was something of a hippie house since I discovered books on transcendental meditation and on counterculture themes. By far the best discovery was a mono [ = monaural] copy of the Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album. After only knowing the album in stereo, my ears were treated to a psychedelic wintertime fantasy hearing it in mono.