September 25th, 1980
It was a lunch time run to try to buy tickets to see Led Zeppelin with two work friends.
Hundreds of people had gathered, lined up on the stairs of a downtown Chicago Sears store, hoping against hope that the tickets would still be there when it was our turn to buy when the word came down that John Bonham had died.
We staggered out of the building to go back to work in almost a drunken like daze unable to believe what we had just heard.
October 19th, 1980
got married, a good thing!
December 8th, 1980
I, like millions of others, was watching Monday NIght football, when the announcement came that John Lennon had been shot.
Something was missing in my life after that. Musical heros gone but not forgotten. But that touch of innocence was gone forever. It was the same feeling I had the day we found out that John F. Kennedy had been shot. I was in the fifth grade, had settled in for another (not fun) afternoon of schooling when our teacher came into the room crying, telling us that the president had been killed.
Mental scars. We all have them. Forever...