Remembering John Lennon

If I was given the gift of time travel, and could choose just one time and place I would like to experience, I would without a single doubt choose San Francisco, Haight-Ashbury area, 1965. Perhaps 64. Whenever the exact beginning of the hippie migration happened. The unique time and place that never before, and never again, would be possible on this earth. The time when all was peace, love, mind-blowing experiences, and nobody could imagine any negative consequences whatsoever.
John Lennon is an icon of that age. "Give peace a chance" is just as relevant today, if not more, than it was then. John was British, but loved America with all his heart, and put himself at great expense and risk to stay, in spite of continual pressure to leave.
People seem to generally believe that you must choose to be either pro-peace or patriotic; that patriotism is synonymous with support for war, any war. John was living proof that the two are not mutually exclusive at all!
I just learned from a documentary about him, that he and I have a lot in common. We both were born to a father who could care less, disappeared, and a mother who was not mentally or emotionally equipped to raise a child, let alone raise one alone. And we both turned out in spite of all that, to be peace loving, compassionate people, although somewhat rebellious. I do believe we would have a great deal to talk about.
I think John Lennon deserves a day of recognition. I think we should remember him every year, on the date of his assasination, because that day was the end of his physical being, but it was not the end of his life.
Peace, man.