small blessings: for John
Well, at least I'm not being shot at today.
Or trapped on trains and buses in a Chicago almost-winter.
I really want to hug a friend, drink a hot toddy, and crawl into bed.
I remember my mom looking very sad on this day 26 years ago, and being very sad myself once she explained it to me. I was a very new Beatles fan at that point, having seen YELLOW SUBMARINE on very late-night TV about five months previous, but not being a fully-formed music listener yet. I thought of the cartoon version of John Lennon, and just couldn't wrap my brain around the concept that a man was dead. He was my Kennedy, I guess; I'll never forget the details; the darkened room, the soft strains of "Imagine" playing on CBS News, the fact that rather than my mom yelling with anger or crying with sadness, she just looked dry, cold, and empty. I think she was remembering too many times in her life when something similar had happened, and there just weren't any tears left.
"It's a damn shame," she said.
Or trapped on trains and buses in a Chicago almost-winter.
I really want to hug a friend, drink a hot toddy, and crawl into bed.
I remember my mom looking very sad on this day 26 years ago, and being very sad myself once she explained it to me. I was a very new Beatles fan at that point, having seen YELLOW SUBMARINE on very late-night TV about five months previous, but not being a fully-formed music listener yet. I thought of the cartoon version of John Lennon, and just couldn't wrap my brain around the concept that a man was dead. He was my Kennedy, I guess; I'll never forget the details; the darkened room, the soft strains of "Imagine" playing on CBS News, the fact that rather than my mom yelling with anger or crying with sadness, she just looked dry, cold, and empty. I think she was remembering too many times in her life when something similar had happened, and there just weren't any tears left.
"It's a damn shame," she said.