Every year, people gather at Strawberry Fields in Central Park to commemorate John Lennon. But, it's pretty cold here today, so I'm not sure how that will affect things. I have a friend who goes there each year, so I'll probably ask him how everything went, and how many hardy souls were treated for frostbite!


Actually, the local TV stations would usually give it some sort of coverage, but this seems to be dwindling slightly in recent years. Guess I'll watch the 11:00pm newscasts later and find out for myself.


Signor V.


"For me, there's only my wife..."

"Sure I cook with wine - sometimes I even add it to the food!"

"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"

"It was a grass harp... And we listened."

"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"

"No. Saints and poets, maybe... they do some."