It comes in threes.
Two days ago, Ed McMahon.
Today, Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. Childhood icons are vanishing fast, and in Farrah's & Machael's cases, far too young (regardless of what we might feel about Mr. Jackson's personal dramas).
This is how I will remember Michael. I even had the Off the Wall album on vinyl (and admit it freely).
And this will always be Farrah.
Sometimes I have to wonder if the Universe gets a volume discount.