Photo by Jeff Kane Whenever I listen to the Beatles, my teenage heart and memories awaken. I plastered posters of the Fab Four on my bedroom walls and trembled with excitement when they appeared on the Ed Sullivan show. Many of their songs were my favorites, but last week when recovering from eating a huge piece of chocolate cake and a bag of tortilla chips, I sang, “I Should Have Known Better.” Decades ago I scoffed at the thought of culinary moderation, but now I bow my head humbly. I too am fallible. Another example of I-should-have-known-better was when I insisted on clearing the dinner table by balancing a water pitcher, two plates, and a serving platter on one arm. Had I heeded Jeff’s horrified face and noticed the cat curled up by my chair, the crash might not have happened. Never one to waste, I plan to use the ceramic shards to build a small mosaic table.