When I was four years old, Farrah Fawcett was Queen of my TV screen as she caught the "bad guys" as one of Charlie's Angels.
And just now, Michael Jackson, the Thriller, is announced dead, too. I really thought he'd live longer than me. Of course, that sentiment makes no sense; except for he did do that hyperbaric oxygen chamber thing-a-ma-jig in the 80's and said he wanted to live to be 150.
Whoa! I am feeling old and a bit discombobulated by the death of these two stars of my childhood.