Forty Years Ago Today
It's been 40 years, but I can still vividly recall that fateful night, riding my bicycle up Broadway, past the commotion on 72nd Street on my way home to Harlem, greeted by Jacki and our visiting friend Anne Jabine, “Did you hear the news?! John Lennon was shot dead tonight!” We gathered around the radio, listening to WNEW, watching the scene on TV outside the Dakota in disbelief. I was reminded of the only time I saw Lennon in person, sitting a few rows behind me at an Elton John concert at the Capital Center in Maryland; Embarrassed by the sudden spotlight Elton shone on him, he and Yoko quickly fled as the concert continued. Such was the price of genius and fame. R.I.P. John Lennon. John Lennon had been shot four times in the back, by the deranged Mark Chapman, who had asked the former Beatle for his autograph only hours before he laid in wait and killed him. Chapman had actually met Lennon earlier as he left for a recording studio and got his copy of Lennon’s Double Fantasy a