Briggs discovered Michael Jackson’s music literally two days before he passed this summer. Since then we rarely listened to anything else. It is as if I am reliving my teen years all over again. In fact, Briggs even has a small poster of Michael in his bedroom (a young, handsome Michael, pre-plastic). The Michael Jackson fan club has trickled down among the younger siblings.
So this is the conversation I had with Gage as we are sitting at lunch today.
GAGE:
So was Michael Jackson murdered?
ME:
Ah…well not really. Someone contributed to his death but he was not murdered.
GAGE:
Was he on druggies?
ME:
Yeah…he had a problem.
GAGE:
What was his problem.
ME:
Well, he was sad and no hugged him.
GAGE:
If you would have pointed him out I would have hugged him. Where was his wife? Does he have kids?
ME:
He didn’t have a wife but he had three children.
GAGE:
So why didn’t they hug him to make him not feel sad.
ME:
They probably did hug him but he was still sad.
GAGE:
Do you think I could be a singer when I turn 17?
ME:
Sure, I bet you would be a good singer.
GAGE:
I think I would need to change me name.
ME:
CHANGE YOUR NAME! To what?
GAGE:
Gage Michael Jackson Stoner. Do you want to see some of my moves?