I'm surprised by how saddened I am by Michael Jackson's death. I think I've mentioned my age here before, but in case you don't remember or haven't read the archives I'm 34, almost 35. My first album was Thriller -- the autographed photo record in fact. I vividly remember watching the Motown 25th Anniversary special, which wikipedia tells me was broadcast on May 16, 1983, with my father and sister.
Yes he was a troubled man, but I don't think I'm mourning the Michael Jackson of post-1989. This article sums up how I'm feeling better than I can. Yup, apparently I'm old now.
In garden news, there are actual tomatoes on at least one Husky cherry tomato plant:
I'll be back on topic soon.