Reflections on John Lennon on the Anniversary of his Murder
***this was originally written on December 9, 2009 as a submission for Pat DiNizio's website*** From the time I was old enough to listen to & enjoy it, my father (a former Disc Jockey) raised me on what he considered "The Holy Trinity" of Rock & Roll; Elvis Presley, Fats Domino, & Little Richard. From the time I was in Nursery School until 4th Grade, I wanted to grow up to be Elvis. I mention this as a preface to my story: December 9, 1980- I was 8 years old. I was getting ready to go to school, and the TV was on. I just wanted to watch my early morning cartoons, but the only thing on every channel was the news. All I saw were people gathered in enormous crowds, crying in a way that I'd only seen my father cry on August 16, 1977 (when Elvis Presley died). My dad was already at work that morning, so I asked my mother, "Mom? Why are all these people so sad?" She looked at me and said, "John Lennon was murdered la