Today was the memorial service for Michael Jackson and despite everything that has been said and written about him, the service brought home the genius of his music and the feelings that he generated in those who were close to him.
I, for one, think of him as the Peter Pan that was his favorite character, a boy who never grew up. And I give him the benefit of doubt when it comes to the negative stories...innocent until proven guilty...and hope that we can all remember the best of him.
Sounding Bored ...A series of rambling thoughts...
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