Today is the anniversary of the birth of John Lennon.
I am older [by a few years now] than he was when he died. That feels a little weird. [It also felt a little weird when I passed the age that my father was when I was born, but that's another story....]
I admire Lennon, but I don’t idolize him. He had flaws. He wasn’t always a good person/husband/father/artist. He was human. But I still bristle at any comparison of Kurt Cobain with Lennon. I just don’t see that at all. But then, I was never in the target demographic for his band….
One day in December of 1980 I was in my apartment typing [yes, TYPING] a final draft of a project for one of my classes. I had the radio on. I was thinking, “Wow, they’re playing a lot of Beatles music today.” And then the DJ explained. John Lennon is dead.
By coincidence, two of my buddies and I had decided to let our beards grow and the last day I shaved was the day Lennon died. But then I shaved it off a few months later, then let it grow back immediately. And I shaved for almost a year while recovering from the Dragon Lady. In all, I’ve worn a beard nearly all of my adult life and even though it has not been continuous, I still date it back to that December day. Which is WAY more than anyone needs to know or cares to know about my face. [Some people say that men with beards are untrustworthy and/or insecure. I am both, but I still don't think that other men should suffer because of me.]
Today I want to give peace a chance. [And I'm not even going for the dirty pun here.] I could use some peace today. Can’t we all?
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