The world lost three cultural icons this week and much more.
Ed McMahon made us laugh and reminded us that you don’t need to be the front man to be a star.
Farrah Fawcett showed us that beauty without can sometimes hide a creative and courageous soul.
And Michael Jackson changed the way music is experienced in ways we may not yet understand. Unfortunately his true talent became overshadowed by his train wreck of a personal life. Didn’t you hope that one day someone would take him by the shoulders and tell him to stop? Unfortunately, his was a life cut too short. Now his legacy includes the “what might have beens.” I do have fond memories of painting my last college apartment, a lovely studio that I didn’t have to share, to his Thriller album. Thank you MJ for an excellent soundtrack for making a renovation a party. I am sorry that his death will become even more of a train wreck and circus than his life ever was. So sad.
As noted this morning on “This Week” with George Stephanopoulos, ten U.S. servicemen lost their lives in Iraq and Afghanistan this week. This was news to me. What a strange world we inhabit that the deaths of Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett and Ed McMahon, people most of us never met and who we didn’t really “know” are more compelling to us than the loss of ten of our sons and brothers and friends and neighbors, people more like us than the other three ever would be. In some way, I find it shameful that those ten precious lives, lost in the service to our country, become just a footnote on a Sunday morning talking heads policy wonk program.
Our priorities could definitely use some adjustment. It seems it's time we recaptured a little of our humanity as well.
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