In late 2001, after 9/11, I got in the habit of having my clock radio set to an all-news station to wake me up in the morning.
If the first words I heard were “Michael Jackson,” I knew there was no big news that morning. I could just shut off the radio. I didn’t have to rush to the Internet to find out what blew up. I could just get on with my wake-up routine.
There have been far too few Michael Jackson days this year..