Me & Mike Jackson

Wow, this has been a bad day for us Baby Boomlets. First Farrah (we girls were outraged over the nippage on the poster) I seriously remember the first time I saw her I was all, "Oooooh, she's shiny". But she deserved our consideration after going serious with the "Burning Bed". And then there's the J5.

I grew up in Northern Indiana, about 45 minutes from Gary. My grandmother went to bingo every Thursday night at our Catholic church and I was expected to accompany. I did, but I would usually pocket a 45* so the little un's could have some fun. Usually the 45* was "Rockin' Robin". And Mike was the man, all though little.

G-d bless Mike and Farrah, they were our past.