Strawberry Fields Forever

My favorite Beatle, John Lennon, died 26 years ago today. I don't quite remember what I was doing when I heard the news but I do remember the sense of sit-down shock. The not wanting to believe it was true because it seemed so senseless. I remember watching on television, the building of the shrine on his stoop as his fans expressed their anguish.

But I dither with half formed memories. The best post on this sad occassion always comes from Jeralyn, who gave birth the day John died.