Went to the Dakota building in NYC last night.
No photos. On purpose. I just wanted to be there and not take a photo of me in front of the Dakota. I just stood there and looked up. I probably spent a half hour just standing on the sidewalk, sitting on the bench across the street, and sitting on the rail of the Dakota. It was really cool to be where John lived. I cant explain how special it was to know that this was his home. His kitchen, his bedroom, his living room was right there.
The night of his death just didnt seem to matter. I didnt really think about it for more than 1 minute.
This was where he lived.
I will probably never see his home again, but it was magical to just stand there and hang out at Johns home.