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Michael

I was never a huge Michael Jackson fan, but I freely admit that he was probably the greatest pop entertainer ever. My fondest memory: going somewhere on vacation with my wife, I don’t remember where, and I don’t remember if this was before kids or if Charles might have even been with us, but we listened to Sarah’s Best of Michael Jackson CD and sang every song at the top of our lungs. Even as casual MJ fans, we knew every word.


I dreamt about Thriller last night; it was the least scary nightmare ever.

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