I’ve never been a fan of Michael Jackson’s so it seems normal that my cubs don’t know much about the guy. Certainly, they know who he is, but the last time I purchased anything he’d been a part of was when I was mucho younger and I owned a vinyl copy of Thriller. Needless to say, that’s buried away in a box somewhere in storage with the rest of the “antique” music.

That said, his death was the subject of conversation around here. I do think the guy had a lot of issues, but, like him or not, I must admit he was a bundle of talent. I don’t think we’ll ever see a performer with his kind of draw for a very long time.

After the news of his death hit and every television station from here to Cuyuga was covering various aspects of his life, Babycub surprised me once again.

She looked at us with a puzzled expression and announced “I had NO idea he was black. Did any of you?!?”

I guess the whole concept of “black or white” that he seemed to be stuck in the middle of was more interesting than I thought. My child once again didn’t pay attention to race or color. She was – clueless.

Peace