I just read Rob Lenihan's post about the deaths of Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson and Ed McMahon. Here's an excerpt. Read the rest at his blog, Luna Park Gazette.
Michael Jackson was just dead for a few hours this evening when I witnessed a scramble for post-mortem memorabilia.
I stopped by a used book stand on W. 73rd Street and Broadway to see if
I could add even more paperbacks to my already mountainous collection.
As
I approached the stand, the proprietor—I guess that’s what you call
him—a large African-American man, was arguing with a skinny middle-aged
fellow with glasses who was clutching a copy of Jackson’s Thriller LP.
“I don’t want your money,” the bookseller declared forcefully.
“How much do–?” the other man tried to say.
“—I don’t want your money.”