There are places I’ll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
From “In My Life”
By Kevin S. Giles
Think of it, murder of a Beatle. Hard to imagine John Lennon growing old. Think of him, wrinkled at 80. The rebel Beatle. Still working, kicking out chart-topping tunes? Or, retired at an American-style Penny Lane built for octogenarians?
December brought us the 40th anniversary of Lennon’s murder. If we carry any significant burden from that sad night in New York City, it’s knowing that a psychopath with a beef and gun consigned us to yet another ugly “what I remember about the moment I heard” conversation.