What a coincidence: Just a couple of days ago, my teenager, quite out of the blue, hit me with a question: “How did Marvin Gaye die?”
My first thought was, How the heck does he know about Marvin Gaye? Then I remembered: Me. Dad. He’s smart and has great taste and curiosity.
Anyway, I told him about how his dad shot him and we surfed the ‘net for details.
Couple of days later (roughly 10 minutes ago), I find this.
Happy birthday, Mr. Gaye.