Mourning Mr. Lennon

I guess we're supposed to get all teary-eyed in memory of John Lennon. But somehow I'm not finding the mist in my eyes. I enjoy Beatles music as much as the next guy, but, call me callous, I just don't think he's the Messiah.

I was in law school when he was murdered, and the librarian set up a day-glo orange poster of John and Yoko in the reading room. The poster remained there into January, and at one point, someone wrote in library's suggestion book, "Haven't we mourned Mr. Lennon long enough?" The writer had a very distinctive handwriting, and based on it, the librarian snippily replied, "Aren't you the same person who requested that we subscribe to Soldier of Fortune magazine?"