From: roach4994@gmail.com   
      
   On Tuesday, December 28, 2021 at 4:57:13 PM UTC-8, Rachel wrote:   
   > On Tuesday, December 28, 2021 at 4:55:20 PM UTC-8, Rachel wrote:    
   > > On Thursday, December 8, 2005 at 10:10:23 AM UTC-8, Roach wrote:    
   > > > Jimmy the Saint wrote:    
   > > > > may his spirit live forever!    
   > > > Where were you all when it happened?    
   > > > I remember being in 5th grade homeroom in the morning at PDS (my    
   > > > school, alma mater of Christopher Reeve) and Ms. Matthews came in,    
   > > > terribly upset, and said John Lennon had died.    
   > > > I didn't know who he was, but I'll never forget it.    
   > > > (I think I found out shortly after that, and I didn't understand why    
   > > > regular people were so upset about something so far removed from their    
   > > > lives. I don't think I knew he was murdered. I don't really remember    
   > > > this part - everything I'm writing inside these parentheses. I'm also    
   > > > having incredible ADD, and am having trouble focusing on reading rmd    
   > > > right now. Please forgive! :-/)    
   > >    
   > > no, i remember now. it was "john lennon was shot." but i was just a kid, i   
   didn't understand, i had no idea who he was, iow, you could say, "what it   
   meant."   
   > i'd never forget my bob dylan story....maybe a faulty subject or hazy timing   
   of some experiences, like when i thought what watching DLB or whatever, (just   
   some of it, other parts, for certain), but that's it.   
      
   otomh, just that one part "i wish he were my boyfriend." everything is pretty   
   much total recall, without actually calling it to mind right now. (i'm sure i   
   said that, in fact, though, when i retold it, that i'm not quite certain when   
   that was.) maybe    
   somebody could piece it together, a sort of confabulation from within and   
   without, if that even has any meaning anymore...)   
      
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