I was not a John Lennon fan. One of my besties, Steve, called in sick to work the next day. He used to come to our house every weekend, and we'd play cards or Risk, have a few, and he told me that he took the day off because of JL. He was grieving.
It had not occurred to me, how much he was loved. Over the next few months, Steve 'educated' me on John Lennon, the good, the bad and yes, the ugly. It was profoundly moving to me, to learn his story, and changed my life in a way that is hard to define. I guess you could say that my transformation from enforced-JWism to hippie and authentic self, felt compete for the first time. I still had a long way to go with therapy (LOL), but yeah.
So, that's my John Lennon story.
I wish Band on the Run was still on the board, she has some great stories from NYC, and her love of JL.
xx
tal