Today marks the 25th anniversary of the murder of John Lennon outside his home in NYC. Sadly, I'm nowhere near Strawberry Fields, but my buddy and I plan to meet up tomorrow night after work (11ish), drink some wine out on the porch, listen to the Beatles/John's solo work and watch the snow fall. Still a shame. Granted, i'm only 23, but the Beatles were one of the first musicians that i ever listened to as a child (thanks to the folks.)

RIP, John.