It would have been John Lennon’s Birthday, or Name’s Day, Thursday, yesterday, hah! And, I had this to say, tried to post on a blog elsewhere, but it didn’t print.
“Why would I wish Happy Birthday to someone who’s not here any more? To someone who told us to imagine? To someone who called himself and his mates some of the biggest bastards of them all, because, it was, in his estimation, that, one had to be a bastard, to be able to make it. They did, for a while. The music, lives on, in many, for, I hope, good. Imagine. Happy Birthday, John Lennon. You were never more popular than Jesus.”