I remember it very clearly.   I was kneeling in front of my stereo trying to find a station that  (I can’t even believe I’m saying this) wasn’t playing the Beatles.   I was 17 and didn’t have the same musical sensibilities I later developed.   After four or five attempts  I actually said, “Man! Did somebody die?”   Then an announcer answered with the tragic news of John Lennon being shot.

I’ve since become a fairly devoted Beatles lover.   Yet, it became clear this morning that I am a bad Mother when my daughter said, “Who is John Lennon?”.    *gasp*