Arriving at 1 West 72nd Street, my heart skips a beat. Seeing it in pictures is so different than being here. And actually being here in 1980 when John was still alive just makes this whole experience completely out of this world. I guess it is "out of this world" in a way, isn't it? Out of my world anyway... I wasn't even born in 1980...
I peer over at him and he just seems so - I'm not sure -
"How are you?" I whisper
"I don't know either." He says with a little smirk (you know the one)
We decide to go for coffee before seeing Yoko and make a plan for our few days before the day. We take them to go and John wants to take me on a tour.
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