Yoko Ono and Me pt.2
Inside the Dakota Building
It was one of New York’s precious mild spring afternoons in 1982 when I walked across Central Park in answer to Yoko’s summons.
Cheerful red geraniums now spilled out of the great iron vases along the Dakota’s frontage. Five months on, there were still mourners outside its Gothic archway at the…
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