Maybe it was a subconscious thing-it's not easy to do. I've been to both a thousand times and it still has an effect all these years later. I can't speak for anyone else, but I always get this 'mind-movie' while looking at the geranium planter where MDC stood and waited, and the spot in front where the cab pulled up to the curb. I can't explain it, it just still seems so, I don't know. It's kind of funny in a way--I hold the Dakota as sacred ground--you have to remember, it's not just where he died, but where he lived for a long time but the last time I was out there standing across the street on 72nd, watching the Japanese tourists taking pictures, there were a few guys with jackhammers taking apart the sidewalk right in front of this incredible, sacred edifice. Just business as usual. You had to be there folks...
