Feb. 1964-watching the Beatles on Sullivan Show...I was 8. Said "They're goofy." Dad said, "They're going to be real popular." Understatement if I ever heard one.

Apr. '68-MLK shot. I remember my dad saying, "America's going to burn." Why was he always right?

Dec. 8, 1980-The night John Lennon was killed. Weirdly, it changed my life. I hadn't even bought his and Yoko's album, but his death did something to me. I read all the interviews he'd done right before his death, and it opened my mind up to reading many things that made me think about reality and why we're here. Began photography, writing, exploring New Age thinking.

9/11-DH called, told me, "Planes just crashed into the WTC." I got up and watched, horrified. Woke my DS (he was 21 at the time) up; I couldn't be alone. When the south tower fell, I collapsed in his arms, and said, "I'm so sorry I brought you into such an evil world." DD called from high school, crying and worried about her dad, who worked near the Sears Tower. She'd heard that it was about to be hit. I told her not to worry, they evacuated the downtown Chicago area. DH said it was eery down there. That day felt like Armageddon...I think about those souls who were stuck up above the impacted areas...and those who felt it was better to die jumping than to die up there...prayers for them...