Marilyn is to Me Like the Beatles

Marilyn is to me like the Beatles.

Never cared about Beatlemania. I liked the music. (Most of what I liked back when still stands up pretty well, all these decades later, at least to this old fogie, or I'm deluded by nostalgia.)

Likewise, fascinatingly sad as her personal life was, I recall liking some of Marilyn's film performances. She exuded talentedly.

Somewhere in the catacombs is Dad's 195? calendar with Marilyn's centerfold from Playboy. So, that, too. (Lost its collectible mint value a long time ago, but still a keeper.)