I don’t really like talking about someone’s death, but I’m compelled to, and I think you’ll understand why. Today, in 2007, an English writer and journalist died. He was the author of several influential books on beer and whiskey. His books have sold over three million copies world-wide, and have been translated into eighteen different languages. At the time of his death he had been suffering from Parkinson’s disease for at least a decade. He never told anyone about his illness, until his symptoms caused someone to think he was drunk. This man’s name was .
That isn’t the interesting part, at least not to me. The other Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, or just simply MJ, would have celebrated his 54th birthday yesterday, August 29th. Spooky.
R.I.P. Michael and Michael. You are both missed.