How sad that even in death Michael Jackson is still a circus act. I turned on the television to see a black hearse moving slowly down a Los Angeles freeway and it reminded me of another circus when cameras followed a white Bronco occupied by O.J. Simpson.
Although I was never a big fan of Michael Jackson's, I do acknowledge that he was a musical genius with a talent he shared with the world. His life was a tragic story that ended much like that of Elvis Presley's.
Even sadder, though, is the fact that his family has chosen to create a fiasco that gives a venue of publicity-grabbing by those kinds of people who always manage to "show up" at times like this (i.e. Jesse Jackson (no relation) and Al Sharpton).
Unfortunately, we will be bombarded for weeks or months to come with "news stories" concerning the lawsuits concerning his estate and, worst of all, his children. Those three children are the ultimate victims. They have actually been "victims" since the day they were "conceived" in an attempt to give his life a meaning he could never seem to find.
I don't know what was in his heart. Unlike Elvis, Michael Jackson never openly expressed finding any peace with God, but he could simply have kept that to himself. I hope and pray that he DID find that at some point in his tragic life. Otherwise, there is NO happy ending here even in death.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
i say i said
What is it they say?... this is the first day of the rest of my life! ... better late than never!
From the 8th grade on I wanted to be a writer. My 7th grade English teacher, Mrs. Christina Alter, gave me my first taste of writing poetry. She was a POETRY NUT!!! Our class memorized several of her favorite poems (Midnight Ride of Paul Revere is the one I remember the most) and anything by Robert Frost (miles to go before I sleep...). I had a couple of poems that year published in an anthology. They really weren't very good, but I was estatic!
The summer before 8th grade I began to write short stories. They probably weren't that great either, but - hey - you gotta start somewhere! My 8th grade English teacher, Mrs. Mildred Knox, was another great influence on me. After that I don't remember ever NOT writing!
I never pursued writing on a professional basis, but it has always been a huge part of who I am. At one time I put together several things I had written and called the collection "i say i said" and that is where the title of this blog came from. I may never be published in any literature books, but writing has added an aspect to my life that I would not have wanted to live without.
From the 8th grade on I wanted to be a writer. My 7th grade English teacher, Mrs. Christina Alter, gave me my first taste of writing poetry. She was a POETRY NUT!!! Our class memorized several of her favorite poems (Midnight Ride of Paul Revere is the one I remember the most) and anything by Robert Frost (miles to go before I sleep...). I had a couple of poems that year published in an anthology. They really weren't very good, but I was estatic!
The summer before 8th grade I began to write short stories. They probably weren't that great either, but - hey - you gotta start somewhere! My 8th grade English teacher, Mrs. Mildred Knox, was another great influence on me. After that I don't remember ever NOT writing!
I never pursued writing on a professional basis, but it has always been a huge part of who I am. At one time I put together several things I had written and called the collection "i say i said" and that is where the title of this blog came from. I may never be published in any literature books, but writing has added an aspect to my life that I would not have wanted to live without.
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