I awake this morning to news that not one, but two, of the pop-culture icons of my youth had died: Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett. I never idolized them, exactly. But they were ubiquitous figures in the pop-cultural landscape of the late 70's and early 80's, those so-called "formative years."
Is this what it's like, growing old? Outliving the immortals…