Treating myself

Since I’ve made some extra money recently by working so much overtime, I decided to splurge on some of the items that have been lurking on my Amazon Wish List.

10 Things Your Minister Wants To Tell You (But Can’t Because He Needs The Job) by Rev. Oliver “Buzz” Thomas

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Michael Jackson Conspiracy by famed crime author Aphrodite Jones, with a forward by Tom Mesereau, the lead attorney during Jackson’s trial

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On Michael Jackson by Margo Jefferson, a Pulitzer prize-winning critic for the New York Times

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I used to read all the time when I was a child – mainly to stem the boredom that resulted from having no television/sports/movies/etc. I lost most of the desire to read books as I got older, pacifying that need by watching movies or surfing the internet. I’m now finding myself becoming much more interested in reading and learning, mainly thanks to the book club that we recently started at church.

September 11, 2001

My experience as a small-town Kentucky boy in New York City on 9/11/01

Photo taken from Liberty Island Ferry on 9/10/2001
Photo taken from Liberty Island Ferry on 9/10/2001

It was a beautiful fall morning in Manhattan, and I was coming to the end of a two night stay at the Hotel Pennsylvania. I was still riding high on the experience of the night before – getting to see my idol in concert. Michael Jackson had performed right across the street from my hotel, and it was the first time I had been able to see him in the ten years since I’d become a fan. Needless to say, it was one of the most exhilarating nights of my life.

We had packed as many experiences into our short trip as possible, going to the top of the World Trade Center on 9/9/01 and visiting Liberty Island on 9/10/01. The ferry trip back from Liberty Island gave us an exceptional view of New York City and I turned to a friend and asked, “Can you imagine the skyline without the Twin Towers?” Neither of us ever considered they would be gone less than 24 hours later.

Ticket from trip to top of WTC - Dated 9/9/2001
Ticket from trip to top of WTC – Dated 9/9/2001
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View from the top of the South Tower

We got up early on the 11th, knowing that we would be leaving later in the day to start our long drive home. We had seen Times Square at night and loved the energy, so we decided to check it out again in the daylight. After grabbing some breakfast and beginning the short walk, we noticed some people standing on the roof of a relatively short apartment building and excitedly pointing toward the south. We overheard something about a fire, but figuring it was not a big deal, we continued walking.

A lady walked by me in tears a few moments later, but I thought she might be having a bad day and didn’t think much more of it until we arrived in front of the studios for Good Morning America. As we glanced up at the large screen on the outside of the building, we saw an image of one of the towers engulfed in smoke. It took a minute for me to realize that the image I was seeing was real, and even then I just assumed that a small plane had accidentally hit the tower. As we stood watching with a growing throng of people, we decided to return to our hotel where we had an upper-level view of the towers.

Upon entering our room and glancing out the window, I noticed that both towers were engulfed in thick, black smoke. We turned on the television to hear that jetliners had crashed into both towers and someone mentioned terrorism. I immediately panicked and began throwing things into suitcases as quickly as possible, feeling a desperate need to escape. Soon, the news of the Pentagon being hit was reported and I was sure that our nation was under some kind of foreign attack and that we would not get out alive.

View from my hotel window on 9/11/2001
View from my hotel window on 9/11/2001

We were informed by hotel staff that the bridges and tunnels leading in and out of New York were closed to all traffic and that we would be better off staying put, but I knew that Manhattan was a peninsula and that we could get out if we drove far enough to the north. We called for our car to be brought from a parking garage that was several blocks away and a busboy helped us load our baggage and took us down a freight elevator to the lobby. He told us there was no need to check out of the hotel and that he would wait in the lobby with our baggage until our car arrived. We went out to wait in front of the hotel, feeling trapped and helpless.

The scene on the street was rather chaotic. Many of the nearby buildings had been evacuated and hundreds of people milled around on foot, walking in a trance-like state as scores of sirens wailed. It was a kind of hell and I could hear that sound in my head for months afterwards.

The busboy came out soon to inform me that one of the towers had collapsed. I didn’t believe him, so he took me back into the lobby and showed me on the television. It was incomprehensible. A few minutes later, he told me about the second tower. By that point I was convinced that bombs had been placed in the bottom parts of both buildings and that there was a real possibility of further attacks.

There we were, sandwiched in between Madison Square Garden and the Empire State Building and we had no vehicle and nowhere to go. It was the most terrifying situation that I’ve ever been in and I was certain that death was imminent.

After over an hour of waiting, our car arrived and we headed north in the worst traffic that I’ve ever driven in. Multiple lanes of vehicles heading each direction, bumper-to-bumper, inching along at a snail’s pace as emergency vehicles blaring their horns and sirens managed to squeeze through on their way to Ground Zero.

One of the cars next to us had a passenger that was covered in gray ash from head to toe. She saw that we had a cellphone and tearfully pleaded with us to call her family and inform them that she was alright. We tried the number, but couldn’t get through.

After hours of sitting in traffic jams and finally finding an exit ramp that let us get on a highway heading north, our vehicle broke down. There we sat in the median of a busy highway on the worst day imaginable and we were once again stuck and helpless. A wrecker eventually appeared and took us to a nearby repair shop, where we waited as our alternator was replaced. By the time we left the city, it had been nearly eight hours since the attacks.

Throughout the day, I had been unaware of what was happening back at home. I had called my mother when the attacks first happened and told her that we were preparing to leave, but we had been unable to contact her for several hours after that. In the meantime, she had contacted my father, who told her that she needed to prepare herself because she’d probably never see me again. I understand why he said that as I felt exactly the same way, but it threw her into hysterics. People had to come to her house and stay with her just to keep her calm.

It took a long time for me to recover from that day, so I can’t imagine what it must have been like for those directly impacted. However, I don’t regret taking that trip. The only thing I really regret is that instead of rushing to help those affected by the tragedy, I ran away.

Michael Jackson is still my king of pop

Alot of people wonder why I still like Michael Jackson. After more rumors, strange behavior, charges, and bad wigs than you can shake a glittered glove at, most of the population has written him off as pretty much crazy. Not me.

I agree that the personal life of this icon has overshadowed his artistry, but those songs, videos, and dance moves will always shine through the darkness. I can’t look at that sad visage without seeing the beautiful performer that I fell in love with all those years ago, and I can’t convince myself that the man who wanted to “heal the world” is some kind of child-molesting monster.

There will never be another performer on this level; one that combines the sound of music with such stunning visual interpretations, whether dance or video. Many have and will continue to try, but all will fail. You can’t reinvent the wheel, and you certainly can’t reinvent an entire genre of entertainment.

I wanted to post the lyrics of my all-time favorite MJ song, “Man In The Mirror”. This song has always stirred my soul, and you can see that Michael is having a religious experience while performing it, as well.

Man In The Mirror

I’m gonna make a change,
For once in my life
It’s gonna feel real good,
Gonna make a difference
Gonna make it right . . .

As I turn up the collar on my
Favourite winter coat
This wind is blowin’ my mind
I see the kids in the street,
With not enough to eat
Who am I, to be blind?
Pretending not to see their needs

A summer’s disregard,
A broken bottle top
And a one man’s soul
They follow each other on
The wind ya’ know
’cause they got nowhere to go
That’s why I want you to know

I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself, and
Then make a change

I’ve been a victim of a selfish kind of love
It’s time that I realize
That there are some with no home,
Not a nickel to loan,
Could it be really me,
Pretending that they’re not alone?

A willow deeply scarred,
Somebody’s broken heart
And a washed-out dream
They follow the pattern of
The wind, ya’ see
Cause they got no place to be
That’s why I’m starting with me

I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and
Then make that change