Richardson: Imagine we still had John Lennon to guide us

On Dec. 9, 1980, my mother was driving me to school along St. Paul’s Street in downtown St. Catharines when I noticed a hand-written sign taped to the door of a rundown second-hand record store. It said simply: JOHN LENNON IS DEAD.
It can be difficult to remember a time when it was possible to become aware of a major news story via a hastily posted sheet of paper. But I knew instinctively that it was true.
I was 14 years old and a big-time Beatles fan. Although I grew up long after Beatlem