Forgiveness

I just watched an excellent piece on the CBS morning news show. It was an interview with Carlos Santana. He was a Kennedy Center Honoree, and they are promoting the upcoming Sunday night special. Being a Santana fan, long before the Supernatural craze, I was hooked immediately. I liked how he said that he didn't really enjoy being famous because he didn't think human adulation was normal. 

Interestingly, he talked about being molested as a child and how he came to terms with that. He said of the forgiveness, "I release you now, and I send you back to the light. I'm not gonna condemn you, or me, to hell, because if I send you to hell, I'm going to go with you."

These days, Carlos Santana is 66. He says, "I used to say, the best is still ahead... The best is now."

I Miss Michael Jackson

I came home from work today and my television set was tuned to palladia. This Is It was playing and I easily got hooked. I looked at it differently this time. I was evaluating Michael's exhaustion level. Was I projecting? Likely so. He looked tired, I thought. He l looked old too.

I grew up along side Michael Jackson. We were almost the same age. I can remember listening to his 45s on the phonograph in my bedroom. I remember having to put the middle piece on the apparatus to get the record to play. When I think of those days, I feel like a teenager falling in love for the first time. I can remember dreaming about him. In my mind, we were friends. 

Now he is gone. It's been four years, and I still miss him. I miss his music. I miss his antics. And I know I'm not alone.

Rest in peace, King of Pop.