I don’t really like talking about someone’s death, but I’m compelled to, and I think you’ll understand why. Today, in 2007, an English writer and journalist died. He was the author of several influential books on beer and whiskey. His books have sold over three million copies world-wide, and have been translated into eighteen different languages. At the time of his death he had been suffering from Parkinson’s disease for at least a decade. He never told anyone about his illness, until his symptoms caused someone to think he was drunk. This man’s name was Michael Jackson.
That isn’t the interesting part, at least not to me. The other Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, or just simply MJ, would have celebrated his 54th birthday yesterday, August 29th. Spooky.
R.I.P. Michael and Michael. You are both missed.
That is a little spooky. I don’t know the author you are talking about (would love a link) but google is fine ; just being lazy), but I did love MJ. I believe he was a wonderful man that just decided to discover a childhood he never had – but yearned for, later in life. I will look the other MJ up!
Yeah, he was something else. I wrote a post about him a while back…http://wp.me/p23c95-15D. I thought about adding a link, but then I forgot. I’ll see what I can do.
That would be cool. xx
Link added.
Thank you for humoring me…I shall take a look!