Heck Yeah, I’ll Dance

» Old age is no place for sissies. « Bette Davis, actress (1908-1989)

I have never felt that I was getting older or that I was coming upon middle age, until recently. The other afternoon I was driving with my daughter, who is now six, when we learned the news that Michael Jackson had died. My daughter asked, “Mom, who is that?” Clearly, I had not brought her up to speed on the King of Pop. So I explained who he was and we bobbed our heads for the entire one hour ride home to songs like “Don’t Stop ’Til You Get Enough,” “Thriller,” “Billie Jean,” “Bad” and “Beat It.” And while she innocently rocked out in the back seat, I got a little nostalgic about the last three-plus decades of my life, the music that was the soundtrack for me—and for the shy kid I was who wouldn’t dance when Thriller topped the charts. As all kids should be, I was naive and knew nothing of the world, business, the big picture or bull and bear markets, nor did I care.