i remember.

"The" Farrah Fawcett poster. I had hanging in my room. My older sisters made fun of me for it, and I was too young to really understand why.

To me, she was everything I guess maybe I wanted to be. Beautiful. Cool. Confident. Tough. And an "Angel."

We had the Charlie's Angels barbie dolls. I was always Jill. My sister Chrissy was always Kelly, and Suzy was always Sabrina.

The show was never the same once Farrah left, and replaced by Chris.

We also had a CA board game, and a secret Charlie's Angels fan club, with membership limited to the three of us and a few neighborhood friends.

Who didn't want to be able to kick some bad-guy ass every week with your bare hands? After all, the guns were really just fashion accessories.

And then, Michael Jackson. His death today only deepens the sadness and nostalgia for my generation.

Everyone loved him for his music, his immense talent and his ability to entertain.

Thriller, one of the greatest albums ever made. Loved by all. White, black, old, young. It didn't really matter. Even my dad liked him.

We danced to his music as teens on Sunday nights at Cagney's, an Oak Lawn bar that catered to teens that one night a week. It was where I first saw the much-anticipated Thriller video debut on MTV.

That night, the whole bar fell silent as together, we watched the magic unfold on a big screen television.

Jackson's life took many strange and troubling turns through the years. His death leaves many questions unanswered. I am certain in the weeks ahead, much more about his private life will be made known. Much of it will likely be even weirder than I can even imagine at this moment.

But nothing can take away the memories these two pop culture icons impressed in my formative years.

It reminds me that I am not getting any younger, but also that my life was made richer by the talents these two celebrities shared during a most impressionable time in my life.