30 years gone

It was thirty years ago today that five shots rang out in the New York City air, when the echoes had diminished that December night John Lennon lay dying in front of his hotel residence the Dakota.

His death, short hours later a punctuation mark that no one it seems was safe from the kind of mindless violence that Lennon so often spoke out of, a stark reminder that not everyone heard his clarion call for peace, love and understanding

It was an unimaginable passing that touched people world wide, leaving them in shock at the sudden, violent end of a life to an artist who had sought to bring people together.

(from the blog a town called podunk, click on the link below to see the entire item atowncalledpodunk.blogspot.com/2 … -gone.html)