The night John Lennon was murdered and the news was brought to the world on Monday Night Football.
Weird the things we remember from our childhood. Remember that night clearly - first time I ever saw my mom cry. Years later realized it was probably the bookend of her generation’s adolescence. Started with a shot in Dallas and ended with a shot in NYC - 2 people who preached peace in a generation of kids who will be best remembered for a war.
Didn’t fully understand what it meant at the time or the impact it had. Just remember my old man telling me the guy who was killed wrote a lot of those songs he played and was really famous. The next day I asked my grandfather about it and his only reaction was “never heard of him”.