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Remembering Michael
 
 
Like much of the world, I awoke this morning to headlines about Michael Jackson. It was no surprise, really...I'd virtually watched the event happen in real-time through Internet news headlines, from his collapse, being rushed to the hospital, and then the announcement of his death. So I knew it was coming today, as everyone collectively casts their thoughts towards the past, and memories of one of the most memorable persons ever to live.
 
I grew up on Michael Jackson, personally. I was born in 1979, so he was already one of the top entertainers in the world as a member of The Jackson 5/The Jacksons, and, by the time I was conscious, Michael Jackson songs were very nearly like air – absolutely everywhere. I tried to dance like him; wore the single white glove...I was in to it, much to the chagrin of my family. I grew up in a very small southern town, in a racist family. My childhood obsession was tolerated, as were the refrigerator magnets, dolls, posters, etc...but I'm not sure it was my family's favorite thing.