I spent the weekend in Central California. I went to a wedding out on a ranch. We were out in the middle of nowhere. The location was a boarding school built in the 1930’s. It looked like a summer camp/backdrop for a teenage horror film.
Anyway, we were driving around and there were all the signs that read,”MJ Ranch.” I wondered if we were near Neverland.
Uh, yeah – we were. And yes, I forgot my camera at home.
Neverland Ranch is nestled on the outskirts of a Danish settlement about 30 miles from the coast. Mention any of the following: Micheal, Jackson, Trial, Neverland and get a diatribe in return from the locals.
Don’t get me wrong. I was never a Michael Jackson fan and never really got it. I was so indifferent to him and his music – I once almost got beat up in elementary school for confusing Jackson with Prince.
Hello! For a brief time in the ’80’s they had the same hair! And they both looked like beautiful Latin girls.
However, while I was there I kind of did want to wear a rhinestone glove and trot around the local grocery store humming, “Smooth Criminal.”
What a lousy time to forget my camera and Thriller T-shirt.
