While my bass gently weeps –

December 8, 2020 – Its forty years since John Lennon was shot dead.  I will never forget the feeling of hearing that news. I was stuck in London traffic, the December rain pouring. It was cold and I was lonely. I have had experiences that would never have occurred to me to desire were it not for John.  Sometimes it bothers me, why some of us survive, and others, who often seem the better person, don’t.

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