It was Saturday. Unseasonably cold and dreary. Our impromptu trip to the beach was nixed and plans took a turn. We decided it would be fun to cross state lines; put some distance between ourselves and the responsibilities at home. What better place to pass the time but Gary, Indiana? Jerry and I were giddy with spontaneity. Certain we were in the midst of creating some inside joke that we could share later. Over an hour later we stood outside of 2300 Jackson Street, the former home of Tito, Jermaine and Michael himself. Surrounded by a tribute piled high with matted stuffed animals, wet with rain and Gary's own atmospheric fairy dust, we paid homage to the legend. Vendors surrounded the home with a variety of MJ accoutrements. I overheard mentions of a reality show, visitors from Japan and caravans of travelers migrating from Gary to Neverland Ranch. For us, it was a strange curiosity that helped us pass the time on a unsummerlike afternoon.
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