We all remember certain days……for me………….JFK, RFK, Elvis, the Space Shuttle ………
And for me, one other………I was sitting in the parking lot of Quaker Bridge Mall, NJ with my infant daughter. Light snow was falling; I was anxious to drive home. I turned the radio on and heard the news…..
John Lennon was dead.
I came of age with the music of the Beatles. My dad bought me my first album of Beatle music at Korvettes, another Jersey institution for those of you old enough and near enough to remember.
I raced to the corner store to buy my cavity inducing gum to collect Beatle cards, which, to my horror, were tossed away as garbage when I left my childhood behind to become a wife and mother, myself.
I loved the Beatles, most of us did. The man, well, he had his flaws, most of us do. But he had a gift. A gift, unfortunately, silenced too soon outside the shadow of the Dakota in NYC. Just imagine where life and music would have led him………..
John Lennon, shot on this day, December 1980