I remember his murder and watching crowds gather on the news that night.
The whole trauma stopped us in our tracks, didn't it?
Such senselessness defies sensemaking.
Alas, some explanations defy explanation, but there you have it: a young man lost in mental illness guns down the Captain of the British Invasion and one of the finest philosophers and poets gifted by God to modern music.
Sad. Really, really sad.
Regarding this documentary, I particularly appreciated three interviews: the cabbie, the doorman, and the lead investigator who secured the scene.
We must never forget that behind "large, anonymous, national headlines" are people—everyday people—whose lives either ended or were traumatically upended for all time.
They are the walking dead walking right beside us.
