I’m happy to be moving to Florida. Although I have no idea what I’ll be doing a month from now or three months from now, I feel like I’m starting fresh, as on the John Lennon song being played all the time now: “It’ll be just like starting over.”
From Brooklyn College, I drove to New Utrecht High School, where I was supposed to teach a class in Basic English Grammar. On the classroom’s blackboard someone had drawn a grave inscribed “John Lennon 1940-1980 – His Music Will Live Forever.” Of course I did not erase it.
“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.” —Rumi
I’m going to have this on repeat all day.
Here’s a story. A true story. For you.
She was a classically trained musician — the Beatles were self-taught.
The tooth, a bad molar, was extracted from John sometime in the mid-60s and he gave it to his housekeeper as a macabre joke. She had it as a keepsake for years.
She’s a self-made artist who wouldn’t be discouraged.