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
“Some souls just understand each other upon meeting.” —N. R. Hart
I’m going to have this on repeat all day.
“A best friend is someone who makes you laugh even when you think you’ll never smile again.”
For someone who loved to talk and sing about peace, John Lennon sure enjoyed hitting people.
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.