Last night, on a late night stroll through one of the parks nearby, I thought I spied a man sitting on the bench I was approaching.
The man I had been warily watching actually turned out to be the statue of John Lennon. He sits quite tall, jauntily crossing his legs. I marveled at my proximity to a life size likeness of such a musical giant. After giving his hair a quick pat, I started to walk away but I had to look back again. I felt close to him, something I don't always get when standing next to the statue of so-and-so former President.
See you soon, John.