
Do you remember where you were and what you were doing when you heard "the news" that
John Lennon had been gunned down?
I'd gone to bed about 10:30 PM that Monday night, worn-out after a long day of scripting for
The Birth of Superock! documentary. The next morning, I was to take our young son, Tim, to the daycare, then hit
Santa Maria Restaurant near downtown Pineville for breakfast.
Tuesday morning, 7:30 AM found me on the way to the eatery after dropping Tim off at the
Little Red Schoolhouse. Everyone was in such a rush that morning, we didn't even
try to turn on the TV or radio. As I was going down the home stretch of Polk St., I turned on the car radio.
The Long and Winding Road was playing; not my
favourite Beatles song, but very strong and emotional. Turning the tuning knob to find others, it seemed like
every station was playing Beatles' music. Having been a fan of the lads, and
especially John, I thought,
"Man, what a coincidence! These guys are all playing the best of the Fab Four."After jockeying for a parking place, I got out of the car and headed straight for the newspaper rack. We'd had a scare from a nuclear plant at nearby
Steele Creek and I wanted to catch up on the latest news whilst my breakfast was being prepared.

What I saw, blaring from the newspaper in the rack, paralyzed me as a cold chill ran through my body. I felt light-headed, and dropped the quarter from my hand. As it rolled to God-knows-where, I just stood and stared in disbelief. The headline - plastered across the top of the paper - read, simply:
JOHN LENNON SHOT TO DEATHUnderneath was his famous "glasses" picture from the
Walls and Bridges album.
My heart nearly pounding out of my chest, I fished another quarter out of my pocket and got a copy of the paper.
I walked inside the restaurant in a complete daze -- more like a
zombie, really. The news explained the constant Beatles music I'd heard on the way in.
When I finally sat down to wait for Lambrini, the waitress (also the wife of the owner, Pete Karagounis), I noticed everybody
else was reading the same story. A guy at the table next to me turned to me and said,
Well, he asked for it! I looked over, tears in my eyes, and growled loudly,
SINCE WHEN DOES ANYBODY ASK TO BE MURDERED?? It shut him up ... and I began reading. Hesitantly. I didn't want to believe this was
real.Lambrini knew I liked coffee, so she brought me a cup and whispered, knowingly,
I'll come back when you're ready, Chuck. I nodded slowly, because I was too busy reading. And re-reading. And reading
again.After about thirty minutes, she came and took my order. When she returned, my nose was
still in that paper, and I was becoming angrier by the moment. I mean, how could
anyone kill this man in cold blood??
An hour later -- my food
still sitting there -- I just got up from my table, started to go to the cashier ... but Penny just nodded slowly and let me go on. Guess maybe my sadness showed a bit.
When I got back in the Green Hornet (AMC model, colour green), I just sat there ... tears streaming down my face, motor running ... and tuned in Big WAYS again just to hear the song
Happy Xmas (War Is Over). That did it. I broke down and cried ...
Then I headed back home. No work today ... I just couldn't ...
Whilst the daytime programmes continued as scheduled, the noon news was
filled with coverage: all the fans outside the Dakota highrise, where John and Yoko lived -- and where he was brutally gunned down by an alleged "fan". I hung onto every word, every visual, transfixed on our little set. My (now ex-) wife was at her new job at
Rexham Packaging in Pineville, so the house was
mine until she returned. I quickly put in a VCR tape and hit "record" -- this was
truly the worst rock tragedy the world had ever known.

All afternoon afterward, I played every Beatles and Lennon song I had on cassette (about 20, all told). I didn't feel like eating but smoked (I used to do three packs a day back then!) like it was goin' outta style. Then, a little before six, she came in the door. She'd heard the news -- and
laughed about it! I kept my patience; after all, the 6:00 news was coming on.
Bill Walker of WSOC-TV broke the news as the lead story, much as he did Elvis' death a little over three years earlier. He cut to a network reporter who voiced-over the scene of Lennon's body being taken to the hospital. Apparently, according to him, the gunman was upset because The Beatles had said they were bigger than Christ and, later, due to John's "blasphemy" of Christ in the Beatle hit,
The Ballad Of John and Yoko.
Man, I was completely
furious by that! I
slammed off the TV, and stormed out the front door.
THAT BASTARD! I mumbled,
He's like every OTHER idiot! HE GOT IT WRONG!! Yeah, The Beatles were more popular -- with KIDS -- when they said it. And the SONG? My God ... John was TALKING to Christ in the chorus! LISTEN TO IT AS WORDS, WITHOUT SINGING IT!!After regaining my composure, I went on and picked up our son Tim from the Schoolhouse -- where one of the workers,
Gayle Day, was sobbing. She was the last one there, and one of the parents had just broken the news to
her.Now, here it is, thirty years after-the-fact ... and it's
still haunting the hell outta me! But if there's one
good side to this, it's that, whilst John is gone from us,
HIS LEGACY STILL LIVES ON! As long as there are believers and protesters and desirers of peace; as long as there are bands who play with the same gusto as he and mates Paul, George and Ringo did; as long as there's
life in all we do -- creativity, striving for the unity of man in the process --
as long as there's
LOVE ...
those things in which John Ono (nee Winston) Lennon believed will
never die ...