On the (very slow) metro this morning, a little girl started to chat me up.  She looked to be about 10, and in the course of our conversation, she asked me if I heard about Michael Jackson.  She was sad about it because she really loved his music, like Beat It and P.Y.T.  I had to agree with her assessment of his awesomeness.

I told her that when I was young, I had his records and I loved them.

“Records?  Oh, you mean like those really big CDs?”

“Well, sort of…”

“We only have the small CDs.”

Man, I felt old.