i remember sitting under my mom's ironing board as she worked, listening to her Thriller album. i'm pretty sure he was my first crush.
when i was in grad school his live concert in Madison Square Garden was broadcast on TV. when the white glove came out, my roommate rebecca and i went into complete idiot mode. by the time he started moon walking, we were screaming like those girls in the early Beatles footage. i kept climbing on the furniture trying to get higher. not sure why. i still get chills thinking about that day.
michael died at the hospital where Little was born. she already likes to groove to Billie Jean and Beat It, but i still have so much to teach her. and so much ironing to do.