R.I.P. MJ
When I was in junior high, a group of my friends and I started a club called the “Cha-oo Posse.” We called it that because we had grown up listening to Michael Jackson and we loved him. I even carved out a white bedazzeled glove in my woodworking class as my final project and I got an A on it. My mom still has it tucked away somewhere. I am going to my parents this weekend and I will dig out my wooden glove, light a candle beside it, and listen to the “Thriller” album until my hearts content.
Moonwalk to that great beyond, Michael… cha-oo. Oh, and Farrah, sucks about you, too.
I was hoping you were going to blog about the cha-oo posse. I remember that wooden glove too. Can’t believe you got an A on it…
Michael Jackson and I share a birthdate: August 29. Surprisingly, however, we didn’t hang around together all that much. I hope you find your vigil spiritually satisfying. Don’t stop ’til you get enough, as I always say.
Kelly- I’m in the process of searching for the glove, but I have a feeling mom threw it away
Dave- I’ve been listening to his greatest hits and working through the pain