I was 14, I remember I was lying in bed lightly sleeping, the stereo on but the volume low. I woke up to Howard Cosell's voice reporting the shooting. I didn't want to believe it, I thought it was a bad dream until the next day. I don't want to believe it now.
My daughter took an interest in the Beatles early on. She has a cap like John had and with her hair cut short and her pair of rose tinted circle glasses she could pass for him. Her tribute I guess. Her friends think she's a strange little girl, I love her all the more for it.