By Teri Ong I was in my kitchen listening to the radio as I cooked supper. I will probably not remember that in a couple years (unlike where I was when I heard about the World Trade Center being blown up); undoubtedly, this will be a function of the fact that Michael Jackson’s death was not a shock to me and because I never had any positive emotional attachment to him or his music. I was not shocked because when someone abuses himself as much over as many years as Jackson did, disease and early death are natural consequences. And, […]

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