Where we were when Lennon was killed

I heard the gunshots, the first I’d ever heard. They sounded so much different than on TV. Crack-crack-crack. My parents and I looked down at the chaotic scene unfolding on West 72nd Street, 22 stories below and just east of our terrace. It was the first time I saw my parents both cry at the same time.

— Dinny


http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/12/08/where-we-were-when-lennon-was-killed/?hp