I broke my own person treadmill record yesterday, jogging four miles in 45:30. That's pretty slow by most standards, but it's Speedy Gonzales for me. I ran to Michael Jackson as my version of a tribute, so maybe that's why the feet flew so fast. I defy anyone to listen to Jam and not move. What a day; Michael, Farrah and the incessant rain. Farrah Faucet lived life on her own terms. She was beautiful and smart. When faced with a terminal disease, she fought the good fight. Cheers to you, Farrah. I remember where I was when Elvis died. I had seen him in concert (with my parents, no less) just a month earlier. I can also picture the exact moment when I heard the news about John Lennon. My friend and soon-to-be-housemate Lori and I were moving a mattress on the top of my Volkswagon Beetle to our new digs. We were holding onto the plastic handles through open windows in a futile attempt to keep the thing from catching air as we crept along. The two of us gasped w...