Only a little reluctant to admit it but I'm not that big a fan of Strawberry Fields in Central Park. Dedicated to the memory of John Lennon, it can get a little mawkish up there not to mention more than a little hostile what with the John panhandlers imagining pennies from heaven within their two hour time slots while keeping the flame glowing and the music coming. Along with the tips, generous or otherwise. Today, thirty-five years on from the murder of John Lennon, it was simply one crowd playing and singing together. One great song after the other.