After living there for 50 years, 43 of them after her husband was assassinated in front of it, it looks like Yoko Ono is leaving the Dakota Building:
After a half century of eccentricity, opulence and tragedy, Ms. Ono has moved out of New York City to the sprawling Catskills farm she bought with Mr. Lennon in 1978, according to reports earlier this year. For many, it signals that yet another link to old New York — the one filled with grit and glamour, run by artists and musicians — is missing. City residents and artists feel a sense of loss knowing that the odds of a momentary sighting or fleeting run-in with Ms. Ono are now even lower, and some have started writing tributes to her time in New York in blogs and small outlets.
I don't know why I feel so weird about this. To be honest, if you told she'd left 10 years ago I wouldn't have been surprised. I guess it was even unfair of us, kind of expecting her to fulfill her duty as a sort John Lennon living museum piece, holding onto that corner of history down for us. Whatever you may feel about it, it does feel like the end of an era, or the end of something. And now, imagine being the first person to live in that apartment after Yoko & John.
It's also just another example of how NYC just relentless rolls on and on, wiping itself clear like a windshield & restarting over & over like when I left Brooklyn:
Like anybody I guess, I assumed New York City began the second I walked in, and would disappear the moment I left. Just now I walked by my freight elevator, where a kid in his early 20's wearing a Yeah Yeah Yeahs t-shirt was excitedly loading in boxes from what looked like his parents' minivan. - XMASTIME
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