After a trip involving delayed flights (for maintenance, weather, crew rest, and heat), a nearly missed connection, and lost luggage, I think Steve and I are both a bit a bit road weary from traveling. Him even more so. We did have a nice time in Texas, eating and drinking way too much and enjoying Wendy's baby shower. We're very excited about our new nephew!
Last week was one of those weeks when the world was too much with us...the horrible metro accident; the Sanford affair; the deaths of Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett; and most shockingly of Michael Jackson. Thriller was the first record I remember...the music, the moonwalk, the style, the King of Pop. It was very defining of the 1980s. The only other artist of such resonance for me at 8ish was Madonna. Through the years, I've certainly grown to appreciate others, but in terms of the cultural significance of that time, MJ was it. His later years and quirkiness/oddness/peculiarity or whatever words you'd use to describe his eccentricity defined him, but circa 1983 or 1984, he was the man. RIP.
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