26th June 2009: A day after the untimely death of the King of Pop, I was driving down the Westside Highway when the wireless announced that in 30 minutes’ time, there was to be a mass-memorial-Moonwalk in Times Square. Dashing home, I grabbed Terry and, living just streets away from the action, head up to join in the fun, en route to our romantic weekend in Maryland. After standing around awkwardly with the other one thousand punters, all staring blankly at an empty fenced off zone, the local constabulary made us stop before we'd got enough.
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