Shortly after I published the Farrah Fawcett blog entry, I saw the news bulletin about Michael Jackson being taken to the hospital. His death was announced soon after. So now we have our third one in-what, 50 hours?
Just last night, on America's Got Talent, I saw someone perform to the young Michael Jackson (Jackson 5) song "ABC". We all loved the adorable boy then.
But then he grew up.
I won't comment further. As I've said before this is a ramblin' blog not a rantin' blog. Plus, I don't believe in "speaking ill of the dead".
I have long believed in the "deaths come in threes" superstition. This has got to be the most dramatic "proof" of that in a long time.