I grew up in the small city of Massillon. Situated in Northeastern Ohio, it's claim to fame is football. Located less than 10 miles from the Pro Football Hall of Fame, the town has a long, storied history of significant gridiron greats and gridiron accomplishments. In Massillon, September to November were the greatest times to be alive. That was when it all happened. And everything, and I mean everything, revolve around our high school football team, the Massillon Washington High School Tigers, or better known as the Massillon Tigers.
When I was a kid I tried to stay out of trouble. But like most kids, trouble typically found me. I don't know what I was thinking on that hot summer day back in 1967. I was just a ten year old kid, out having fun. On that particular day, most of my friends were not around. I don't know what happened to them, but after realizing they weren't out and about, I figured I had to find ways to have fun by myself. And that, is where my troubles began.
Like many, I'll miss Michael Jackson. As much of the hoopla surrounding his death begins to wane (unfortunately, it's not over by a long shot!) I felt it a good time to comment. While I'll miss his music, I feel much the same when Lou Rawls, Isaac Hayes, or Luther Vandross died. I miss genius. Just like so many others, Michael was true genius.
Once upon a time in the Seventies, there was a popular singing group. A group of brothers. Bringing song to the world. Times were different then. We weren't consumed with the scandal. We didn't care to dig for what was not there. We just enjoyed the music. These brothers, man, they could sing. They burst onto the scene in the late Sixties. They had us "finger snapping" and "toe tapping". They were the Jackson Five. And they were led by their little brother, Michael.