at Canopy Blue
Yesterday was filled with sadness for me at the news of the deaths of Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. 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.