1983...
I remember a friend of mine in kindergarten bringing in a Thriller LP for show and tell and listening to it on a medium that didn't require a magnet or laser...
That same year I saw Return of the Jedi in the theater...
These are the earliest memories I have, I remember my mother bringing home my little sister in 1985 and me hugging Jasper, the mutt that will forever be the standard by which I judge dogs and whom I'd hoped would not be replaced by the new useless human my mother had brought home. But I can honestly say that the earliest memory I have is of listening to the King of Pop as I glued letters to a sheet of construction paper in alphabetical order so that I could go to recess. This was shortly before I met Walter Mondale on the campaign trail. It's all been downhill from there, and I think Mike will agree. Rest easy, you were a part of my childhood. Unless the rumors were true, in which case... see you soon.
-toddo
