Tag: New York City

Five bullets from a madman’s gun

On December 8, 1980 at 10:50 p.m. outside the Dakota Apartments on the Upper West Side, a man who had been stalking the Beatles legend stepped out of the shadows and fired five hollow-point bullets from a .38-caliber revolver.

John Lennon and Yoko Ono had just returned to the Dakota after a recording session downtown. They got out of their limousine at the 72nd Street curb.

The psycho was standing just inside the arch to the building. As the Lennons walked by he called out, “Mr. Lennon.” Then, he reportedly dropped into “a combat stance” and fired five shots, emptying the chamber. Four of the bullets struck John Lennon, two in the left side of his back and two in his left shoulder. All four caused massive internal damage and bleeding.

Lennon staggered up six steps to the room at the end of the entrance used by the concierge and said, “I’m shot.” He fell to the pavement.

ARTISTS RE NDERING
Police artist sketch of the shooting

THE SHOOTER JUST STOOD THERE

New York City cops Steve Spire and Peter Cullen were in their patrol car at 72nd Street and Broadway when they heard a report of shots fired at the Dakota. They raced to the scene and found the shooter “very calmly” standing there.

He had dropped the revolver. He had a paperback copy of J.D. Salinger’s ’The Catcher in the Rye,’ and a cassette recorder with 14 hours of Beatles tapes.

The second police team to arrive, Bill Gamble and James Moran, picked up Lennon and stretched him out on the back seat of their patrol car. Lennon was still alive. One of the cops asked him, “Are you John Lennon?” Lennon moaned, “Yeah.”

The cops sped to nearby Roosevelt Hospital.

”I HELD HIS HEART IN MY HAND”

In the emergency room, Dr Stephan Lynn and his team worked frantically to try to bring the music icon back to life.

“He had no signs of life, no blood pressure, no pulse,” Dr Lynn later told reporters. “We opened his left chest with a scalpel. I held his heart in my hand as the nurses rapidly transfused blood. But there was no way we could repair the massive injury to all of the blood vessels in the body.”

John Lennon was pronounced dead at 11:15 p.m. No one could have lived more than a few minutes with such injuries, said Chief Medical Examiner Dr. Elliott Gross.

Yoko Ono was taken to Roosevelt Hospital, crying “Tell me it’s not true,” She was led away in shock when she learned her husband was dead.

PEOPLE WEEPING, PRAYING

Within minutes, hundreds of people, many openly weeping, began to gather at Roosevelt Hospital and in front of the Dakota, reciting prayers, singing Lennon’s songs and burning candles.

TV sports reporters interrupted a tied game between the New England Patriots and the Miami Dolphins with less than a minute to play with a news bulletin of Lennon’s murder. The NBC network broke into its East Coast feed of the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson with a bulletin of the tragedy.

New York rock station WNBEW-FM immediately suspended all programming and opened its lines to calls from listeners. Stations throughout the country switched to special programming devoted to Lennon and Beatles music.

Throughout the world there was an outpouring of grief on an unprecedented scale. At least three Beatles fans are known to have committed suicide.

Lennon was cremated on December 12 at the Ferncliff Cemetery in Hartsdale, New York. His ashes were given to Yoko Ono, who, instead of holding a funeral, asked fans around the world to observe ten minutes of silence.

The shooter, Mark David Chapman, pleaded guilty to murdering the music icon and was sentenced to 20-years-to-life. Now 64, he has been denied parole ten times since he became eligible in 2000. His eleventh parole hearing is scheduled for August, 2020.

Imagine all the people living life in peace

You may say that I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I hope someday you’ll join us

And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions

I wonder if you can

No need for greed or hunger

A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people sharing all the world

FULL ACCOUNT OF THE MURDER HERE

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More out there than cold, crazy New York City!

Something to go to bed with on a cold night in the American northeast — with many more to come.

Makes me ask myself, Why continue to live in a cold, unfriendly, over-priced overtaxed, savage city of useless politicians and psychos who get on New York City subway trains with chainsaws?

My post is a poor rendition of one posted earlier tonight by a wonderful man and talented genius who blogs as ‘Outosego’ and who put the idea in my head:

Hawaii O5 | coming soon

Thank you, Outosego. You are a treasure in the vast, ethereal world of the Internet.


Black python

Guido Michelini showered in the basement of Grand Central Station. Two quarters in the turnstile for a torn towel and a piece of soap with hair on it.

He wasn’t a bona fide bum. The night before he had $400 in crisp new $100 bills in his wallet that he had just withdrawn from an ATM. Alas, his last. He lost them to a  black whore in the Cavalier Hotel on East 36th Street. A black python of pure sex. She charged him $100 for a blowjob, and while he was still recovering, she lifted the crisp new $100 bills from his wallet and skedaddled out of there. He heard her yelling “Taxi!” on the street below. That’s when he looked in his wallet. She hadn’t taken any of his ID and had left him with a few $5 and $10 dollar bills, which he thought was very thoughtful.

It turned out to be a damn expensive blowjob, but almost worth it, in fact he’d say it was worth it, as he showered in the basement of Grand Central Station while men crapping in toilets without doors looked on. He had to laugh.

He had no credit cards with anything left, but he had girlfriends, and when he was cleaned up and was back in his Giorgio Amani suit, he phoned one of them collect in Los Angeles. He told her tearfully and with appropriate desperation that he had been robbed by a couple of thugs who held a knife to his throat and took his $400 in crisp new $100 bills.

She said, “Oh, baby, come on home,” and said she would put an airline ticket to L.A. on her American Express card. He used part of the cash the python had left him to take a cab to LaGuardia. Then he was on a plane heading for the City of Angels. Oh, baby, come on home!

Guido had several such “homes.” He was a loser, but in many ways he was a winner.