A Tribute To The Beatles' White Album

Growing up, there seemed hardly a day pass that my dad didn't have The Beatles playing in the background. I grew up with them and fell in love with them. I have performed lip synced renditions of all the Beatles classics as a child, having even wallowed and oinked on all-fours while while my sisters mock-sung "The Little Piggies". I know where my dad was when he heard that Lennon was shot (picking up alcohol for a Christmas party at a basement state store in the Pilgrim Gardens Shopping Center). I visited the hallowed grounds of Lennon's Strawberry Fields and relived the assasination through my dad's retelling. I even know that Paul McCartney rudely never showed up to a dinner that my dad wrote and invited him to in Broomall.  The Beatles were a huge part of his life, and he would have loved to experience the 50th anniversary of…