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Twenty-five years ago today, Mark Chapman shot John Lennon in NYC. Tonight, December 8, 2005, it is perishing cold. The Dakota, where John Lennon lived, has hired some very bulked-up security guards in case tonight’s mournful crowds rush their uniformed doorman.
We wouldn’t do that. We’re just passing by, en route to “Strawberry Fields” in Central Park, so that we can join mittened hands and frosty breath with other sad strangers for a few choruses of Beatles songs. “Eight Days a Week,” “Yesterday,” even “Hey, Jude.” Then back to our hotel, hand in hand, past the little memorials of flowers and photos and poems that people like us, but having more foresight than we did, have taped to the Dakota’s ornate ironwork. |
Update: I flickred my photos; so did many others.
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1 Betsy Devine: Now with even more funny ha-ha and peculiar » Older than Lennon // Jul 8, 2007 at 3:20 pm
[…] This photo was taken when I accidentally found myself in NYC and part of a spontaneous John Lennon memorial on the 25th anniversary of his death. […]