Speaking of John....I discovered today that my new apartment is just a block down 72nd Street from the Dakota, where John Lennon lived and died and where Tom Cruise lived in Vanilla Sky. Right across the way is the Strawberry Fields garden in Central Park, with the Imagine memorial. I didn't realize any of this when I leased the place, but I can't help thinking that it means something.

Frankly, regardless of what we decided freshman year, I think I'm clearly George, Dave is clearly John, and Noah is clearly Paul. Nat is still Ringo.