Part of me started to wonder if perhaps I’d acted rashly. Was that enough to send me racing to the airport to catch the last flight to New York? But then I saw a flight attendant exit the cockpit, tears streaming down her cheeks. As she hesitatingly made her way down the aisle, I reached out and touched her arm. “They murdered John Lennon.”For a long moment I found it impossible to process what I’d been told.
