A Fond Farewell to MJ

In the summer of 1983, my dad took me to the Sunset Boulevard Tower Records to purchase my first two audiocassettes. One was the eminently forgettable Cargo by Men at Work; the other, the legendary Thriller. By summer’s end, I knew every single lyric on that great album, and would watch MTV whenever possible in order to catch the “Billie Jean” video. A year later, when the long-awaited Victory Tour kicked off, I was distinctly jealous of a carpool-mate whose parents managed to score tickets for