In the words of Walter Matthau: Senator Long in Oliver Stone’s JFK, “If I were investigatin', I'd round up the 100 best riflemen in the world and find out which ones were in Dallas that day”. If we only knew of any handgun experts who were in NYC when John was shot?!!
Oh yes, this 2020 bullet-riddled glass panel art installation. I saw an interview with Yoko where she tried to convince the viewer that this 'art' piece was created with nothing in mind, and only later did she realize its significance to the John Lennon murder. That's right up there with her telling interviewers she'd never heard of the Beatles before she met John Lennon, despite stalking Paul first and then moving on to John. Paul, to his discredit, declined to fund her art but sent her to John's door. Something I've always found odd. Why not just tell her to bugger off?
I think Paul was just being the kind and polite Englishman by sending her to John.
But what’s really odd is nobody bothered to ask Joko about seeing any bullet holes on the glass on the vestibule. Clearly the NY police did not do a proper investigation.
Paul sending Yoko to John was bad enough. But then later during the ‘lost weekend’ Paul did it again. Paul said Yoko called him and her voice so sad so Paul took it upon himself to talk to John and talk him back to Yoko. This is unforgivable. He could have used his influence to get John away from that psychopath lunatic
It’s really fascinating to understand the layout of the Dakota vestibule. Apparently, it consisted of a small guard booth with two doors — one facing the street and the other facing the courtyard — positioned on opposite sides, with a glass panel in between. The available photos show three bullet holes: two on the street-side door and one on the door facing the courtyard.
Now, this raises a crucial question: how did the bullet hole on the courtyard side end up there? If Chapman was on the sidewalk and fired as Lennon entered through the street-side door, he could have caused the first two holes. But for a bullet to hit the opposite door, it would have needed to make an almost 90-degree turn — which is virtually impossible.
A second shooter inside the vestibule? In that case, the central glass panel would have been a more likely target. The same goes if someone had fired from near the elevator, which runs parallel to the booth. Interestingly, as far as we know, there are no records or photos showing bullet holes in the central glass panel.
This leaves us with a disturbing question: did all the shots really come from the same direction? Chapman may have caused the holes on the street-side door. But the bullet hole in the courtyard-side door… that still remains without a convincing explanation.
I believe those glass panels were our best chance to understand what really happened that night. And yet, they were oddly discarded — as if they meant nothing.”
They glanced wordlessly at each other as the cold December wind whipped around the radio car’.
I was at the Dakota that evening from 11:45 pm till 8:45 pm, yes, for nine hours.
It was not "bitter cold" or "cold December wind whipped"
It was mild, unseasonably mild, downright warm for December in Manhattan.
On the night John Lennon was shot outside his apartment building in Manhattan's Upper West Side (the Dakota), temperatures were very mild. The day's high of 64° occurred after dark. This reading, eighteen degrees above average, was the mildest of the month.
The record warmest December 8 in Manhattan history was 65 F in 1927.
It was also the coldest Christmas (December 25,1980) on record for Manhattan at -1 F.
On Friday evening, December 12, 1980, I walked into the Gaslight Inn, the same place that on November 22, 1980, I told a few of my closest friends that John Lennon was about to be assassinated, and went on to say, that the powers that be were going to blame it on a lone crazy deranged fan, and that this person would never have a trial.
This was the first time my friends had seen me since the assassination of John Lennon four days earlier. My friends, who were all middle-class, half of which would become very successful, an Ivy league Doctor, an influential CPA on Wall Street, and another was a Vice President of Columbia Pictures, while the other half had more regular jobs, yet were quite street smart. They were a wondrous and eclectic group to say the least.
As soon as I walked into the bar, my friends all came up to me. They started to be divisive and mock me. I knew this was out of fear. How did Mark know that John Lennon was going to be assassinated, and they were going to blame it on a crazy fan? But they were relentlessly attacking me. They just wouldn’t let up. Then something miraculous happened.
I put out my hands as if I was on the cross, like Jesus, and these exact words came out of my mouth. “Just to prove John Lennon was a prophet for peace, New York City will have the coldest Christmas ever on record.” I know this is going to sound extremely weird, but it was as if it wasn’t me saying these words. Yes, they came out of me, I said them, but somehow this message didn’t emanate from my mind. Immediately my friends all shut up, as if I had just said something prophetic again.
Well, thirteen days later, Christmas 1980, and the most incredible miracle happened. New York City had the coldest Christmas ever on record, with records going back more than one hundred years. On December 25, 1980, it was minus one degree Fahrenheit at the official Central Park, New York City reporting station. Only one other time in the last forty years has it ever been below zero in New York City.
One of my best friends (who passed on in 2015), John the mathematical genius CPA, who was present on both November 22, 1980 and December 12, 1980, came up to me days after Christmas and said, you tell everyone that John Lennon is going to be assassinated, and he is. Then when we are all mocking you big time about it, you say we’re going to have the coldest Christmas ever on record, and we did.
Both of these are completely impossible events to foresee, but you did. For you to predict both of these incidents, well there aren’t any words to describe the possibility. Also, what was most insane and bewildering was when we are all mocking you about foretelling John’s assassination, and you said we were going to have the coldest Christmas ever on record, well I realized that something unbelievable just happened, because the words came out of your mouth but it wasn’t really your voice saying them. I’m sorry I mocked you, Mark. I’ve known you for fifteen years, but who are you?
I would assume Yoko and Geffen were given a police escort home, Ayoob has possibly miss-remembered that detail as the cops taking her and Geffen home in the police car. Going by the rest of his article though, it could well be poetic licence.
As for the doors. A fair chance that it crossed Yoko's mind at some point that somebody may take the doors and try to sell them and she put the word out for them to be destroyed, though seeing that nobody recalls doing this for that purpose - perhaps it's more likely she did assume they'd been taken away as evidence. It wouldn't have been unreasonable for some member of staff to just take the initiative and destroy them, motivated by the same reasoning, but again why would nobody come forward to say so?
In the words of Walter Matthau: Senator Long in Oliver Stone’s JFK, “If I were investigatin', I'd round up the 100 best riflemen in the world and find out which ones were in Dallas that day”. If we only knew of any handgun experts who were in NYC when John was shot?!!
Oh yes, this 2020 bullet-riddled glass panel art installation. I saw an interview with Yoko where she tried to convince the viewer that this 'art' piece was created with nothing in mind, and only later did she realize its significance to the John Lennon murder. That's right up there with her telling interviewers she'd never heard of the Beatles before she met John Lennon, despite stalking Paul first and then moving on to John. Paul, to his discredit, declined to fund her art but sent her to John's door. Something I've always found odd. Why not just tell her to bugger off?
I think Paul was just being the kind and polite Englishman by sending her to John.
But what’s really odd is nobody bothered to ask Joko about seeing any bullet holes on the glass on the vestibule. Clearly the NY police did not do a proper investigation.
Paul sending Yoko to John was bad enough. But then later during the ‘lost weekend’ Paul did it again. Paul said Yoko called him and her voice so sad so Paul took it upon himself to talk to John and talk him back to Yoko. This is unforgivable. He could have used his influence to get John away from that psychopath lunatic
It’s really fascinating to understand the layout of the Dakota vestibule. Apparently, it consisted of a small guard booth with two doors — one facing the street and the other facing the courtyard — positioned on opposite sides, with a glass panel in between. The available photos show three bullet holes: two on the street-side door and one on the door facing the courtyard.
Now, this raises a crucial question: how did the bullet hole on the courtyard side end up there? If Chapman was on the sidewalk and fired as Lennon entered through the street-side door, he could have caused the first two holes. But for a bullet to hit the opposite door, it would have needed to make an almost 90-degree turn — which is virtually impossible.
A second shooter inside the vestibule? In that case, the central glass panel would have been a more likely target. The same goes if someone had fired from near the elevator, which runs parallel to the booth. Interestingly, as far as we know, there are no records or photos showing bullet holes in the central glass panel.
This leaves us with a disturbing question: did all the shots really come from the same direction? Chapman may have caused the holes on the street-side door. But the bullet hole in the courtyard-side door… that still remains without a convincing explanation.
I believe those glass panels were our best chance to understand what really happened that night. And yet, they were oddly discarded — as if they meant nothing.”
bundled against the bitter cold of the day.
They glanced wordlessly at each other as the cold December wind whipped around the radio car’.
I was at the Dakota that evening from 11:45 pm till 8:45 pm, yes, for nine hours.
It was not "bitter cold" or "cold December wind whipped"
It was mild, unseasonably mild, downright warm for December in Manhattan.
On the night John Lennon was shot outside his apartment building in Manhattan's Upper West Side (the Dakota), temperatures were very mild. The day's high of 64° occurred after dark. This reading, eighteen degrees above average, was the mildest of the month.
https://thestarryeye.typepad.com/weather/2012/12/today-in-new-york-weather-history-december-8.html
and
https://www.extremeweatherwatch.com/cities/new-york/year-1980
December 8 High 64 Low 46
December 9 High 63 Low 39
The record warmest December 8 in Manhattan history was 65 F in 1927.
It was also the coldest Christmas (December 25,1980) on record for Manhattan at -1 F.
On Friday evening, December 12, 1980, I walked into the Gaslight Inn, the same place that on November 22, 1980, I told a few of my closest friends that John Lennon was about to be assassinated, and went on to say, that the powers that be were going to blame it on a lone crazy deranged fan, and that this person would never have a trial.
This was the first time my friends had seen me since the assassination of John Lennon four days earlier. My friends, who were all middle-class, half of which would become very successful, an Ivy league Doctor, an influential CPA on Wall Street, and another was a Vice President of Columbia Pictures, while the other half had more regular jobs, yet were quite street smart. They were a wondrous and eclectic group to say the least.
As soon as I walked into the bar, my friends all came up to me. They started to be divisive and mock me. I knew this was out of fear. How did Mark know that John Lennon was going to be assassinated, and they were going to blame it on a crazy fan? But they were relentlessly attacking me. They just wouldn’t let up. Then something miraculous happened.
I put out my hands as if I was on the cross, like Jesus, and these exact words came out of my mouth. “Just to prove John Lennon was a prophet for peace, New York City will have the coldest Christmas ever on record.” I know this is going to sound extremely weird, but it was as if it wasn’t me saying these words. Yes, they came out of me, I said them, but somehow this message didn’t emanate from my mind. Immediately my friends all shut up, as if I had just said something prophetic again.
Well, thirteen days later, Christmas 1980, and the most incredible miracle happened. New York City had the coldest Christmas ever on record, with records going back more than one hundred years. On December 25, 1980, it was minus one degree Fahrenheit at the official Central Park, New York City reporting station. Only one other time in the last forty years has it ever been below zero in New York City.
One of my best friends (who passed on in 2015), John the mathematical genius CPA, who was present on both November 22, 1980 and December 12, 1980, came up to me days after Christmas and said, you tell everyone that John Lennon is going to be assassinated, and he is. Then when we are all mocking you big time about it, you say we’re going to have the coldest Christmas ever on record, and we did.
Both of these are completely impossible events to foresee, but you did. For you to predict both of these incidents, well there aren’t any words to describe the possibility. Also, what was most insane and bewildering was when we are all mocking you about foretelling John’s assassination, and you said we were going to have the coldest Christmas ever on record, well I realized that something unbelievable just happened, because the words came out of your mouth but it wasn’t really your voice saying them. I’m sorry I mocked you, Mark. I’ve known you for fifteen years, but who are you?
Mark R. Elsis
I would assume Yoko and Geffen were given a police escort home, Ayoob has possibly miss-remembered that detail as the cops taking her and Geffen home in the police car. Going by the rest of his article though, it could well be poetic licence.
As for the doors. A fair chance that it crossed Yoko's mind at some point that somebody may take the doors and try to sell them and she put the word out for them to be destroyed, though seeing that nobody recalls doing this for that purpose - perhaps it's more likely she did assume they'd been taken away as evidence. It wouldn't have been unreasonable for some member of staff to just take the initiative and destroy them, motivated by the same reasoning, but again why would nobody come forward to say so?