Johnny, Joey, DeeDee . . . .

I just can’t believe it, another Ramone gone. So I filled the house with the sounds of “We’re Outta Here” and “Acid Eaters” and thought of all the times and places I got to see the Ramones — the Jabberwocky, the Landmark Theatre, a gymnasium, even a bowling alley. They rolled out on stage in Syracuse once and cried out, “Hello, Schenectady!” If they were in town, we went. The show almost never changed. It didn’t need to.

The unanswered question: Did their parents know they were Ramones?