Imagine

Twenty Five years ago, I was a kid and it was pretty late at night. I was watching the news and I found out that John Lennon had died. Without thinking, I picked up a phone and I called Sander. Sander was in bed, and his dad answered the phone. Sander's dad had already heard the news and he was concerned about how he was going to tell his son.
It is funny to think that a quarter of a century later, and a couple of time zones away from Eastern Standard, I would be typing a blog that was still so influenced by growing up around Sander, his Father, and a man who sang about hope for a more peaceful world.