at Canopy Blue
Yesterday was filled with sadness for me at the news of the deaths of Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. It was hard to get my brain around it all as more news kept coming in and I was hearing and processing it. At the end of the day my sadness has resulted in a wave of nostalgia for my childhood. I remember admiring Farrah's hair; I remember huddling around a television with friends and being absolutely electrified by the moonwalk. I was in junior high at the time, and we all tried it. Of all the media I looked at yesterday, this piece about the moment that made Michael the King of Pop was the most compelling to me.
Have a good weekend.