They say that people remember when they were when they heard that President John K. Kennedy had been shot on November 22, 1963. I do too. I was in Ceylon, all of 10-years old. My adoptive father got a phone call. I don’t know from whom. Then he came and sat down and said: ‘President Kennedy had been shot‘.
I was 27-years old when John Lennon got killed. I remember that more graphically.
We, and by that I mean MOST Brits living in Great Britain at the time, did not hear about the tragic shooting until the next day, Tuesday, December 9, 1980. That was because the shooting took place in New York at 10:50pm U.S. Eastern Time. It was already Tuesday morning in Britain.
I heard the news, that totally shattered me, on my company car radio, around 8am, while seated in traffic, in north London trying to get to work at ITT in Cockfosters. I can still see it in my mind’s eye. Me sitting in traffic. Yet another damp, dark, dreary December morning. It was all shades of grey and brown. I sat there in shock.
Wow. 37-years ago.