I was a junior in college....many of my friends were in the music business. Two showed up at my doorstep, very stoned on acid, crying that John was dead. I had a chemistry final the next day, hadn't heard the news, and was trying to figure out WHICH of our friends they meant- then learned it was John Lennon. Cried as I studied- and left them to sob in my apartment. Two days later (and many, many tears) my dear friends sobered up and left. It was an exceptionally rough finals week for me. I didn't think that a Beatles death would matter THAT much.
In 1995 my DS was born on December 8th- also the Feast of the Immaculate conception. He is a rock and roller through and through and LOVES the Beatles. Wonder if he isn't a little rocker angel sent to me- although he is a drummer and not a guitarist. Tomorrow he turns 10.....unbelievable how time and events fly.....