john lennon

Yesterday, did everybody think about where they were when they found out John Lennon died?
 I was remembering it yesterday.  I was on my way to school in the morning--to teach.  It was about 7 a.m., and I heard it on the radio while I was driving, alone.  I cried, probably for the same reason as most of us boomers did.  First, because now the Beatles can never get back together again.  And second, because we're old now; when somebody from our youth, like John, dies, you feel old.  It can happen to you, too.

Later I felt bad for John, his sons, and how he was just starting to get back to work after the rough years in the U.S., when Nixon tried to kick him out of the country.  

I never felt sorry for Yoko, though.