John Lennon and Queen Elizabeth September 9, 2022September 8, 2022 Forty-two years ago this December I was home transferring my Beatles albums from LP’s onto tapes, listening to them as I went. Something I had never done before and would never do again. Three hours into the project, I got a call. John Lennon had been shot. Scot and I (before Charles, Scot) joined the throng swaying back and forth with candles outside the Dakota. “All we are sayyyyy-ing. Is give peace a chance.” But really? The one time in my life I was so focused on the Beatles is when this happened? I had never followed the Royal Family or cared about any of that stuff (no offense) until this summer, when I happened upon The Crown. It is so brilliantly done, and relives so much history through a different perspective, I was entranced by every episode, getting to know the Queen and her family in the most remarkable way. Having begun in June, I finished the fortieth and final hour (until Season Five airs in November) just after midnight Wednesday. Thirteen hours later . . . Really? R.I.P., Your Majesty. At least we still have Elton John.