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Miles from the Mainstream
D. R. ZUKERMAN, proprietor
December 8, 1980 plus 25 Years

DECEMBER 11, 2005 --

In 1941, this was the day President Franklin D. Roosevelt told Congress that we are at war with Japan, because of the attack on Pearl Harbor.

In 1980, December 8 was the day John Lennon will killed in front of his apartment building, the Dakota, at 72nd Street and Central Park West.

While the events of December, 64 years ago, are, perhaps, receding from official memory, hundreds of people, and the media, came to the Dakota, and the Central Park memorial to John Lennon in
Strawberry Fields, across Central Park West, to mark the 25th annniversary of his murder.

Although not a Beatles fan, I clearly recall December 8, 1980. It was a Monday, quite cold, and that evening, I had taken my consitutional law final exam, as a student at New York Law School. When I got home, I turned on the radio and heard that John Lennon had been shot and killed outside his residence.

Lennon and I are the same age -- born May 15, 1940 I was a few months older -- and that was bond enough for me to go to Manhattan's west side the silver anniversary of his death.

It is likely that those who came to Central
Park to honor the memory of John Lennon included young people who were born after Lennon was killed.

People went to the entrance of the Dakota, and lighted candles to John Lennon's memory in front of the building.

Candles were also lighted in Central Park,
at the Strawberry Fields memorial to Lennon, marked by a circular mosaic with one word "Imagine" -- in the center.

As a picture held by a man near the Central Park memorial indicates: John Lennon will forever be 40 years old -- his music, of course, will be forever.

I noticed a few people in Central Park holding a poster that I assumed marked this tragic anniversary.

Leaving the park and walking up Central Park West to my car, I saw a man outside an NBC TV van, speaking with a reporter inside.

As he walked away, in my direction, he stopped and showed me a poster -- and said that he had given hundreds away. It was the poster I had seen people holding in Strawberry Fields.


Artist Michael Albert celebrating the works of John Lennon in his art.


The artist (also a businessman, selling organic fruit juice), Michael Albert signed a poster and gave it to me. (His website is www.cerealism.com.)

Continuing to my car, a passerby struck up a conversation, telling me that he had met John Lennon and that the neighborhood was a lot different 25 years
ago.

He also recalled that in those years, the inflation of the Macy's parade balloons did not draw crowds or police presence. (The
Macy's parade starts five blocks north of the Dakota.)

As we were talking, I heard a voice inquire, "Is that Shana?" I had taken Shana with me, and she had gotten
considerable attention from people at Strawberry Fields. But the question came from the direction of the street. I looked towards a cab stopped at a red light and saw theater publicist Carol Fineman smiling at seeing Shana.

Shana, enjoying the attention, and relaxing at Strawberry Fields.


In memory of John Lennon on the 25th Anniversary of his death.


Security outside the Dakota, where John Lennon was shot.


Candles outside the Dakota, in honor of John Lennon.


The sign for Strawberry Fields.


The crowd at Strawberry Fields in Central Park.


Memories of a legend …


Ms. Fineman was publicist for Broadway on Broadway last September, and even though busy at that event, paused to ask about Shana who she met on my camera visits to Shakespeare in the Park, at the Delacorte Theater in Central Park.

The accompanying photo of Shana is bittersweet; it shows her near the crowd in Central Park, resting on the ground because her hind legs have begun to give way. But then, she is 16 years old -- which for her size corresponds to 87 human years. And yet, for me, Shana is still young -- as John Lennon is for millions of people.


This sign, marking the 2131 deaths of U.S. troops in Iraq, was on a railing at the 72nd Street entrance to Central Park's Strawberry Fields, near a cluster of people singing songs John Lennon wrote.