So I’m busy yesterday working on some music, when I hear a loud pounding on my front door. My dog Rage goes ballistic, and the knocking quickly becomes much more insistent, almost panicked. Something is obviously WRONG! Heart beating, I race to the front of my house, Rage running circles and screaming bloody murder at my feet, struggle with the lock for a moment, then finally manage to unhinge the old wooden beast. Imagine my utter shock and dismay when the door swings open to reveal my mailman, who immediately exclaims…
“I CAN’T BELIEVE ANNA NICOLE IS DEAD!”
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Dead, kids… She’s no longer with us.
Now I’m not making fun of the fact the someone’s light as been prematurely snuffed out, I’m simply observing the fact that this news ROCKED my mailman’s world. In our day and age, I suppose that this kind of event does constitute SOME kind of newsworthiness, but my postal carrier has never gone nuts on my front door with exclamations of “I can’t believe a truck blast in Baghdad killed more than 120!” or “I can’t believe suicide amongst Australian farmers is at an all-time high!” or even “I can’t believe O.J. didn’t do it!” But we lost Anna Nicole yesterday, and he NEEDED to talk about it. (Read the Rest…)



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