I’m stuck again. Not on birthdays—I’m stuck to the screen. I’m not terribly sad or shocked or even sentimental, but I did succumb to the thing that happens when a public figure dies and you inhale every word or detail about their lives. JFK. Martin Luther King. John Lennon. (somehow, it didn’t happen to me with Elvis.) Diana. JFK Jr.
Although I’m used to this temporary affliction/addiction, something is different this time. I admired his talent but I had no personal feeling about Michael Jackson other than curiosity. Still I’m a little shocked about how his death muscled everything else out of the way.
I know the public is fickle— but how quickly we forget. I don’t just mean Farrah, forgotten before her body was even cold. I mean Iran. And I mean some other news that was announced today just about the time the world began to narrow down to the size of the UCLA campus. That other news item I just read: 1 million Americans are now officially infected with swine flu.
As I said, how quickly we forget. Just remember you read it here. With all the Michael Jackson news, you might not read it anywhere else.