The time is 4pm on December 8, 1980, a mild day in New York.
As John Lennon leaves his home on Central Park West, he pauses to autograph a record album for a 25-year-old former security guard named [jerk of all jerks], without a suspicion in the world.
The moment is caught on camera by Paul Goresh, one of the knot of hardcore Beatles fans always to be found loitering outside the Dakota Building, where Lennon lives on the seventh floor with his wife Yoko Ono and their five-year-old son Sean.
Goresh, whom Lennon knows well, takes four more snaps of him, standing on the sidewalk, in no particular hurry before Lennon heads off to the Record Plant studios on West 48th Street. Goresh little realises he has a world scoop. For these will turn out to be the last pictures of Lennon ever taken.
When the former Beatle returns home late that evening, [The jerk] will be waiting in the shadows with a stubby .38 handgun and murder him in the street in front of Yoko.
Forty years on, the horror at Lennon’s violent death remains. Millions of people can remember where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news.
[Blogger’s note – the article includes the name of John Lennon’s killer. His name will never appear on this site.]