Pogo and neocon hippie you’re missing the point. I was born in 1964 (the tail end of the boomers). I was a child of the 70′s and the 80′s. I graduated from high school in 1982 when I was 17 years old; the year Thriller came out. Okay, I was a teenager, but I think you get the point. Of course, Pogo, you’re not going to have fond memories of Elvis dying. In 1977 when I was 13 I remember the day he died and couldn’t figure out all the fuss. What this article is saying is that all those folks standing outside MJ’s house are the same types of folks that stood at the gates of Graceland on the August day in ’77. Not the SAME folks, but the same types of folks. I think is point is right on. When I heard MJ died, I immediatley recalled all the fond memories of my youth and Thriller (I wore out 4 casettes of that album on my new Sony Walkman)and the MTV videos; it made me nostalgic and sad. I wasn’t thinking of Neverland MJ. I’m still not.
