4. On July 4, 1976, my stepfather drove us outside of town in our '60 Chevy to shoot fireworks. On the AM radio a DJ was counting down the greatest Beatles songs. I remember hearing "I Am the Walrus" for the first time — and that day marked my first step down the road to becoming a Certified Beatleologist. *Addendum: If you see this record and detect a faint dark V shape in the artwork where my finger is pointing, buy it and bring it to me. <evil laughter>