The heat here is getting alot less oppressive.

It's not less hot, its just a dryer heat. It is getting more comfortable to me. I think of the Jacksons Christmas Album when it gets this hot to cool myself off. Didn't they do Frosty the snowman, the best? We used to jump around in the living room, dancing and singing to that album so much that I don't even have to play the music. All I have to do, is think about it and I can see the living room at 113, with the bunch of us pretending to be reindeer in the living room. Those were the days? huh?

...They led him down the streets of town right to a traffic cop and he only paused a moment when they heard him holler, STOP, STOP, STOP!

This is so cooling in the summer heat for me.
I saw Jermaine talking about missing his brother and to me he looked like Dad? I don't like seeing ourselves getting old. Ben's going to be 50 on Tuesday. It is bothering him a little. We will try to celebrate so well that he will forget. He doesn't age in the least.
Their music was so much a part of our lives; those Jacksons. I am sorry for the grief that they are enduring right now. This means we are the elders and have to take on our responsibility, like the Elvis generation. I hope we don't have a bunch of MJ imposters doing shows everywhere; like they did when Elvis died. New generations but the same old conflict.

Dad thought that poor boy would have died like Franky Lymon. He made it a long way past there. He did his job, expressed the emotion of our generation accurately, then got out of the way. He will be missed.


I really wanted to hear what He would have written about these days. I think Thriller was a genious work. I did a whole series of blog points on Enoch's blog about that.Thriller post