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John Lennon Stuff Made Me Some Cash

In the late 1970s or early-80s I bought, through an auction house in New York, one of John Lennon’s bank cards. It was from Barkleys bank, and it basically said that Lennon was free to use it as long as it was under $200, but more than that must be agreed upon by his two lawyers. I paid $120 for it.

Seriously. $200.

The little card was signed by Lennon and these two lawyers.

I held onto this card for a few years, and then I thought I should sell it, so I put an ad in the Ottawa Citizen, but no one called.

Except one day someone did call. He told me his name, said he used to play in a band in NYC, and was a big Beatles collector. And amazingly enough, he even described over the phone the card I had.

He said he didn’t have much money, but would I be willing to trade, and I said I didn’t mind having a look at what he might offer. So I went to his apartment.

His apartment was jammed full of Beatles memorabilia. It was amazing. And he looked at my card and said yes, that’s the one he thought.

He then pulled out a binder of sheets of original John Lennon lyrics written in pencil from one particular album ‘Sometime in New York City’, one of Lennon’s lesser known releases, and asked me if I would like to choose one of the lyrics sheets and trade.

So I did. I chose the track ‘New York City’ from the album, it was original indeed, in beautiful condition, and at the bottom was one of Lennon’s hand-drawn cartoons of him and Yoko.

I kept this piece of paper for several years. But then my first wife and I began thinking about how nice it would be to turn our dark, musty old basement into a beautiful rec room, and we started getting quotes, and each quote that came in made us more depressed. We didn’t have the thousands of dollars to get this done right.

So I decided to put my John Lennon lyrics in another New York auction, at Sotheby’s, and it sold for $7000. We finished the basement, bought brand new furniture for it, and added a lovely big television. It was here I watched my Habs, Canada Cups, and Expos.


John And Yoko – Two Habs Virgins

I think it was their own special way of saying “Go Habs!”


I bought Two Virgins when I was in England in 1968, near the time of its release (which was only a few weeks before the release of the Beatles’ beautiful White Album), and before it was sold in America in a brown paper sleeve to cover up the body parts.

It’s a terrible album, consisting of John and Yoko shrieking and sending out other stupid noises that would make cats in heat sound like the Vienna Boys Choir.

At one point I sold it, which I’ve always regretted, probably because it was one of the few souvenirs I had of my trip to England. I hadn’t even brought a camera, which is the biggest regret.

I recently found this one at a used record store in Ontario, and even though it’s in rough shape, it was my chance to get the thing back. Even though it’s a ridiculous body of work. (“body”. Get it?)

I can’t imagine what the other three Beatles thought of this. Or John’s wife Cynthia, who was holidaying in Greece when Yoko came over for a sleepover at the Lennon home and contributed her body and shrieks to this thing.

King Of Crib

We used to get together, a couple of fellow truckers and myself, in Herbert’s Corners, south of Ottawa, and play a lot of cribbage. Drink beer and play crib. The wives would huddle in another room and talk about kids and jobs and all that nonsense, but we’d play crib. It was beautiful, because beer and crib go together like Cheech and Chong, John and Yoko, Brad Marchand and Richard Simmons. Just perfect.

On one certain evening when the beer was flowing and the turntable was burning up,  talk again got around to who was the better crib player. I told them that I indeed was the King of Crib. They laughed. But wait, I said. There’s even a big billboard when you’re coming into Orillia that says “Welcome to Orillia, Home of Dennis Kane, King of Crib.”

They laughed again.

A few days later I phoned my father, who was a sign painter, and told him about the King of Crib thing. I also asked him if he would make up a little sign, about two feet square, which he did. Then I attached a couple of wooden sticks to it, put it in the ground on the side of the highway, and took a picture of it close up so it looked like a big sign.

I presented it to my fellow truckers shortly after. They believed me for days, right up until they discovered the other sign I had my dad make which I planted near their homes. It read “Welcome To Herbert’s Corners. Home Of The World’s Two Biggest Fish.”