June 27th, 2009
I grabbed her as she ran up to me. We had no cellphones in those days, and so I was trying to decide whether to re-enter the building with her to use the phone there (was it safe?) or should I take her with me to the corner and use a payphone? I interrogated her, trying to make sense of her hysterical sobbing and muttering.
After a couple of minutes of this, I finally realized that "he" was Elvis Presley -- and he wasn't dead in the building this girl had just run out of. His death had been announced on TV or radio or something, and this nitwit chick was having some sort of episode over it. I swear, I could have slapped her!
And now it's Michael Jackson. I have to say that I just don't get the way people are reacting to it, once again. Sure, I liked some of his music and some of his moves -- but the same can be said of that little bird that's been warbling outside my window all morning.
It frightens me a bit that people can go so overboard over something like this. It probably frightens me most that I completely don't understand it.
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