John Lennon, In my life

8Dec1980 I was in my apt on E23 (to high for the real East village, too low for 'Airline Stewardess Gulch' ) , news flash - John Lennon shot, cab across the park, gather outside the Dakota, milling about.
That week small posters appeared on lots of midtown lampposts, saying "John Lennons murder was a political assassination" - claiming mind control over assassins. Wish I'd nabbed one of those posters. Wish I'd made a fortune. John working in Manhattan somehow made it all right for me to be working there, albeit in a big ten bank. Fairly soon after that, Reagun elected, decided to leave the country. Flew out early the next year, got my high net worth individual visa card pinched in Bangkok, scopolamine kiss. End of my green card, almost.