![]() ![]() Simon stared straight ahead, blinking, devastated. The centerpiece of this memorial is a round mosaic of inlaid stones with a simple caption in the middle: Strawberry Fields is a triangular-shaped area off Seventy-Second Street and Central Park West dedicated to the memory of John Lennon, who was shot and killed across the street. ![]() There were no strawberries in Strawberry Fields and you’d be hard-pressed to call the two-and-a-half-acre landscaped grounds a field (singular), let alone more than one, but the name was derived not from anything literal but from the eponymous Beatles track. No one could tell, of course, at least not at first, not until the punches started flying and two tourists from Finland of all places started screaming while nine other park visitors from a wide variety of countries caught the whole horrible incident on smart-phone video. Simon sat on a bench in Central Park-in Strawberry Fields, to be more precise-and felt his heart shatter. Amazon Apple Books Barnes & Noble Google Play Kobo Indigo Indiebound Read the incredible first four chapters here! ![]()
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