Saturday, October 9, 2010
As I wake this morning, I still can't get my head around the fact that today John Lennon would have been 70 years old had he not been killed in 1980. That is indeed a long trip from the Ed Sullivan show and those Shea Stadium concerts. Is there any way to just get a piece or two of those innocent, youthful years back? Sitting on the back steps at Stevens, often staring up towards the Milky Way wondering where this life was taking me. Waiting there for that first Sunday night show. Brenda, Judy and Judd's excited voices making their way up the back trail to see my sister. I met them at the back door. Brenda chirping, "Are you going to watch them? They're so gorgeous and sharp!" "Ya, probably", I think I remember saying, trying to act distant and aloof. But I know one thing about that Sunday evening sitting around the old Philco-- my life changed; I know it did! It headed in a different direction, and I like where it went. Although, on mornings like this(with the Lincoln Park fountain as my picture), I long for a few innocent hours. Excuse me while I put "Double Fantasy" on and take a short trip back. Peace!