I was 5 and at my babysitter’s house after a long half-day of kindergarten. I accused my babysitter’s husband of lying and would not believe him until I saw it on the news myself. John Lennon was shot and killed the night before. When I got home I put on my construction paper nutcracker costume from the upcoming Christmas concert. I fancied that it made me look like one of the Sgt. Pepper era Beatles. I sat on the floor and listened to A Day in the Life until my mother made me stop.