A couple of years ago I was in a chocolate store on Madison Avenue and as I was leaving the store I realized that the couple in front of me was Sean Lennon, John’s son, and his girlfriend. I was so curious that I walked up Madison Avenue behind them and when they turned into Central Park I did too. I was on my way back to the West Side so my path kept me right behind them. After a few blocks I noticed that the girl friend kept looking back and then whispering to Sean. I’m embarrassed to say that it took me many more minutes to realize what it must have seemed like from their point of view: Another creepy celebrity stalker!
Oh God...and in Central Park no less.
I think about that today—John Lennon’s birthday. Imagine if he had lived. Just Imagine.