At long last, the Beatles are on streaming services. Since I’ve relied on such services for music the last four years, it had been that long since I’d heard any of their albums. What a treat this morning to extend my run a bit, just to hear this glorious album through to its last note — the lingering, final strike of the piano that closes the curtain on one of the most celebrated albums in history. (Revelation: this may be my favorite note in all recorded music.) My recollection of the Beatles goes back to very early years. When I was about five, in 1968, we found an old guitar in the attic of our house. My brother and I painted it white and scrawled “The Beatles” on the back in black magic-marker. But it wasn’t until my later years in college that I began taking note of their music, most likely while dancing on the tables at Eskimo Joe’s and singing with “I Saw Her Standing There” and “Twist and Shout.” Upon graduating from college, I subscribed to Rolling Stone and began studying all the great music of the last thirty years. It was during that time, 1987, when “Sgt. Pepper” celebrated its anniversary, right from its opening line: “It was 20 years ago today.” Thus began my baptism into the Beatles, and the first Beatles album I ever bought, a marvel today for its characters and its pageantry, a Tilt-a-Whirl ride and Willy Wonka episode all in one. What fun it is to enter that world again.