Okay, so lately an awful lot of coincidences have been happening, and I won’t even mention the 3:33 a.m. (digitally displayed, as I sit up to peer over the mountain of man between me and the clock) random wakeups for the past two months–especially if you’ve been watching CSI: New York.
I haven’t mentioned the Beatles or posted about them often here–likely once before if at all, but today I did because Strawberry Fields has been running in my mind. A visit to the J-Walk weblog just now hinted–and I confirmed it via Google–that today is John Lennon’s birthday. I liked the group, but was certainly not a bawling fan, heading in the direction of folk music at that point in my life, so I had no clue it was Lennon’s birth date and he would have been 67 today.
I knew it was my dear friend Chris’, though. She would have been 59.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Oh wow. Yesterday I saw the word “Imagine” somewhere, and thought of him. I didn’t know it was his birthday.
Weird. But then he was in life as well so maybe there’s something to his influence beyond.