I was still 15 when I met John Lennon at a village fete in Woolton, in Liverpool.

I grew up in Greenwich Village. Dad was friends with John Lennon and Yoko Ono.

I used to think it was mere homesickness, then I started getting it at home.

I met John Lennon and he was with his wife in Tokyo. I met him there.

John Lennon was everything his friends wanted to be, and said everything they wanted to say but wouldn't dare. John Lennon always dared.

At that moment when John Lennon settled his voice on the back of a dove and released it to the world, could he have possibly imagined that all these years later, I would be here in my office imagining us imagining him?