Via Cathal Kelly's Twitter feed, dig Jimmy Breslin's column about John Lennon's death:

That summer in Breezy Point, when he was eighteen and out of Madison High in Brooklyn, there was the Beatles on the radio at the beach through the hot days and on the jukebox through the nights in the Sugar Bowl and Kennedys. He was young and he let his hair grow and there were girls and it was the important part of life.

Last year, Tony Palma even went to see Beatlemania.

And now, last night, a thirty-four-year-old man, he sat in a patrol car at Eighty-second Street and Columbus Avenue and the call came over the radio: "Man shot, One West Seventy-second Street."

Here is more on Lennon's death from the always incredible Kottke.