Imagine December 9, 2005 ~ 10:14 am
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind, Deep Thoughts, In Da Hood , trackback
Strawberry Fields, Central Park, NYC
Yesterday I was just not meant to post. Our new supreme overlord (Big Big Boss) was touring the offices yesterday morning, and there was no way I was getting on the net when he could walk by at any moment. His tour took up the entire morning. Then it was lunch time, a staff meeting, Queen + Paul Rodgers tickets to buy, and the College President’s Christmas party, which is not to be missed. Free food and wine? I’m in.
And then last night, a trip into Manhattan to visit Strawberry Fields. The picture above is from last year’s vigil since my camera is spazzing at the moment and I couldn’t get this year’s pictures off of it. I’ve gone to the Lennon vigil at Strawberry Fields every December 8 since I moved to this city, and not even the police barriers and cops could keep me out of this one (oh yes, the cops tried to control a vigil. Probably because this was the 25th anniversary of John’s murder and fans came out of the woodwork to attend). Rick and I stayed for a little more than an hour in the freezing cold, then went off to find food before I went home. Piss Crusaders to shoot up with insulin, ya know.
Despite the hassle of the police barriers and the feeling that the cops had turned this into a tourist trap/press spectacle, I did find what I was looking for at the vigil. No amount of klieg lights could keep the fans from singing, dancing, and raising positive energy. It’s generally the most peaceful place in the city (although there was a fight last night, which we helped stop by singing “Give Peace a Chance”), and I relish that feeling. Surrounded by people celebrating a man’s life and vision, looking across the street to the Dakota to see that Yoko has lit candles for John - there’s the sadness of wondering what he could have done if he had lived longer, but there’s also a lot of joy. It’s a great wake for a great man. I just wish we could get our acts together and live up to what he imagined.
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