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My wife and I were at an event with food, music and dancing earlier this evening.  Shortly after we arrived, the DJ took a moment to speak on the passing of a music icon.  Micheal Jackson, the “King of Pop” had died earlier today.

My wife and I looked at each other.  We had not heard the news.

“That’s strange,” I said, “I had just read that Farah Fawcett had passed away today.”

“That’s three!” she said.

“Three?” I asked.

“Always happens in threes.  Ed McMahon died over the weekend!”

Ok, I am not that superstitious.  I don’t think she really is either.  But it was strange.

Of course the thing that hits me the most is that these were the celebrities I grew up with.  Ed McMahon co-hosted the Tonight Show with Johnnie Carson forever.  I remember a Farah Fawcett as the young  blonde bombshell that boys dreamed about.  And I watched Michael Jackson evolve from a talented little kid to what he finally became before passing away at 50 years of age today.

Guess I’m just feeling a little old right now…