When I was a young kid growing up in Lynn, Massachusetts, I probably didn't realize it but it was one of the poorer cities in the state.  I was eight years old and I can remember walking over to the record store on Market Street to buy my first record, Can't Buy Me Love.  As much of a Beatles fan as I was, who would have thought that they would have gotten me thinking about my priorities in life?  (Of course, my older brother gave me a hard time a few years later for getting Johnny Cash’s A Boy Names Sue over the Rolling Stone’s Honky Tonk Woman – so I can’t say I my musical taste was overly discerning. )  I probably bought Can’t Buy Me Love because I thought the song was fun but there was something about the lyrics of the song that did hit home though, even in those early years.