If any of you hear her name and think, “Oh, you mean the no-good so-and-so who broke up the Beatles?,” well, let’s get that cleared up right off the bat. There happen to be some incredibly satisfying accounts of the Beatles’ history in book form (my favorite recently was The Beatles: The Biography, by Bob Spitz) that should serve to satisfyingly untangle any misapprehensions we fans might have been under in regard to the forces that actually did bring about the end of the greatest rock band in history. But before that information was available to me (or rather, I to it), as a rather simple rube pretty fresh off the sweet-corn truck from Illinois, I was certainly subscribing to that particular inaccuracy about Yoko. My beautiful bride set me straight, yet another reason they call me “the Lucky Bastard.” In 2002 Megan announced to me that we would be attending an art opening at the Shoshana Wayne Gallery in Santa Monica, California, and that the opening was for Yoko Ono.
