Since it's the 25th Anniversary of the release of the biggest selling album in history, I might as well tell you how I became a fan of Michael Jackson. In middle school, I was walking from the 6th-grade building to the main building. The whole class was on the way to lunch. A classmate, Neal Hardy, pulled out a Michael Jackson Thriller cassette tape and started telling me about how good the album was. I was intrigued. Sometime after that, I purchased my own Thriller tape. I listened to it over and over on a battery-powered music box that I would carry around with me. I remember riding in the back of a pickup to and from the Headland Country Club one summer, all the while playing Billie Jean, Wanna Be Startin' Something and Beat It. I was happy! In the eighties, Michael Jackson was the thing. My cousin Jeff and I actually did a rendition of a Jackson song for a school assembly - see image above. The song was "Torture" but the delivery was surely not. We did the Jacksons justice!
This is where I bought two pairs of parachute pants: black and almost a dark purple. My sister took me down there. Dothan, Alabama.
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