I was cooking dinner at my BF's house when his roomate (we were all
college students) came running in terrifically excited and shouted YOU
WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER WHERE YOU WERE STANDING AT THIS MOMENT. I asked why
and she shouted JOHN LENNON IS DEAD. My thoughts were "so what".

So, I spent today asking people at work (there are 2000 of us) where
they were when they heard the news and it fell into three catagories: in
the country of their birth (Denmark, India, Korea, etc), in their
parents living room because they were just 6, or "partying" in a
trailer, an apartment or a run down place in the woods. The third
catagory was the winner. So, this is who works for the State: young
people, furriners, and the possibly now clean and sober.

Obfood: at a potluck at lunch someone brought in "Robert Redford", a
pudding in a pie crust, laced with walnuts, chocolate sauce and whipped
cream. I told the man next to me "if this is Robert Redford, I prefer
Paul Newman".
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