Michael Jackson Movie Thrilling to Me

Growing up, my house was full of country music. All four of my older brothers had country cassettes or 8-Tracks. The radio station was always tuned to a country station.

When we’d travel across country, it was always country-country-country.

I must have been in middle school when a friend of one of my brothers had the cassette of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller.” She let me borrow it. I never gave it back. In fact, I wore it out – so much, in fact, I exchanged it at least twice at the record store. There was something about that album that mesmerized me and millions of others.

I was used to singing along to Eddie Rabbit and Charley Pride and, my country favorite, Conway Twitty. Michael Jackson was completely different than that and I couldn’t get enough.

I listened to Michael Jackson’s music constantly. I watched his videos, often staying up late for Friday Night Videos, a weekly show that aired after the local news. I was 14 when The Jackson’s went on the Victory Tour. I would have done anything to go, but didn’t get the chance. I had to settle for the cassette.

The summer between my junior and senior years of high school, I went away with some classmates to a yearbook seminar. On the way home, I was dialing in a radio station and heard a familiar voice. I quieted everyone in the van long enough to realize the song playing was Jackson’s first song from the Bad album, “I Just Can’t Stop Loving You.” On the first day of school for my senior year, I started the day at the shopping mall buying “Bad.” My last essay of my senior year I wrote a compare/contrast piece explaining which album I preferred, “Thriller” or “Bad” (which was ultimately my favorite).

Last week I got the chance to go see the new biopic about Jackson and as I sat in the theater, I felt like I was a teenager again, watching in real time my own experience with Jackson’s music. I admit there were times at home I’d put on a leather jacket and wear a single glove like Michael did at the time his song “Billie Jean,” was topping the charts. His music was a central figure in my growing up.

The biopic ends with Jackson starting the “Bad” tour. I still can hardly believe I was fortunate enough to see Jackson perform at The Palace of Auburn Hills, one of the “Bad” tour stops. I remember the set list, the medley of Jackson 5 songs and, of course, his live version of songs from “Thriller,” and “Bad.”

The biopic was solid and I loved almost everything about it, especially the scene explaining how the “Beat It” video came to be and the night Jackson did the Moonwalk for the first time on live television. Sure, there are parts that seem odd and they don’t address some of the controversial times in Jackson’s life, but I didn’t care one bit. The movie left me wanting to hear more Jackson songs, not dissect the questionable choices he made in life.

What I don’t think the movie was able to capture, however, was how big of a superstar he really was. To put it lightly, in the mid-1980s, Jackson was the most recognizable person on the planet. Athletes didn’t come close, whether or not they were Super Bowl champions or playing in the World Series. Other musicians didn’t come close to his King of Pop status. He was on magazine covers and on the front pages of newspapers. Tabloids built huge followings just by printing wild stories about Jackson or his family.

People would faint just by seeing him walk onto the stage. He changed how we view the halftime entertainment at the Super Bowl. He cleared the way for R&B artists to have their videos played on MTV. His dance moves were electric and he had a stage presence second to none.

Yes, he was eccentric, but he was a musical powerhouse. He made appearances with world leaders and helped write “We are the World,” which raised money for starving people in Africa. In an era where most artists would give anything for two hits from the same album, Jackson had five number ones on “Bad” alone.

Taylor Swift is the only contemporary artist that younger generations might compare Jackson too, although I don’t believe it’s a fair comparison. Jackson did it without the benefit of social media.

MJ created a musical empire that was dynamic, magical and second to none. Go see the movie. Count down the days to the sequel and plan to see that, too.

By any and all standards, I simply don’t believe there will never be another King of Pop.

This column appeared in the May 20, 2026 edition of The Advance.

My Advice to Grads – Don’t Rush This Time

My high school graduation was a blur.

With a couple of weeks left in my senior year of high school, the Class of 1988 was set out into the world seemingly overnight. It’s almost a cruel reality.

Like most, I started school at age 5, going to kindergarten. From September to early June, day after day, year after year, you show up virtually the same place, see the same people and do similar things. As a senior, you start getting excited about graduating. You start fooling yourself about how great things are going to be when you no longer have to go to class. You start believing others when they talk about ‘senioritis’ and how the next chapter in life is going to be so much better.

In the end, it is true. There is life after high school and the opportunities are endless. The world is full of wonderful things to discover.

But that moment that you wake up and high school is suddenly over is a shock. At least, it was to me.

I remember vividly my last day of class during my senior year and just hanging around school for much of the afternoon in the room of our yearbook advisor. I wasn’t eager to go anywhere. For the most part, I loved my time in high school. The school hallways were home to me. I never felt like I needed to go anywhere, at least not then.

It’s not like I didn’t have direction or a goal in life. I already knew I wanted to write for a newspaper and college was my ticket to that dream. By graduation, I was all signed up to start classes in the fall at Monroe County Community College, and I had recently started a part-time job. The most exciting thing about my post-graduation time was that I had tickets to see Michael Jackson that fall in the Bad Tour at the Palace of Auburn Hills.

There was probably a week or maybe 10 days between my final day of high school and the graduation ceremony. I spent it mostly alone, sometimes working, but mainly listening to the radio and being alone. Friends that I had seen for years suddenly were from my past. It was a shock to the system that I had become accustomed to.

After graduation, it was more of the same. There were a few parties to attend for close friends, and I made that circuit, mainly around my new work schedule. I turned 18 that summer and suddenly was an adult with a car payment and a registration in the glove box. I sold my baseball cards – it felt like the adult thing to do – because I wanted money to buy a computer that I figured I would need in college. I’m certain those baseball cards, today, would be worth far more than the computer was.

Things worked out well for me. I finished college in four years, met my wife, got married, had a career of wonderful jobs that taught me tremendous life lessons, and I wouldn’t trade my family for anything.

Still, based on my life experiences, I have a few words of advice for the Class of 2026.

• Stay true to yourself. Just because you are graduating doesn’t mean you have to become something you are not.

• Look around you on your final days of high school. There are going to be three, maybe four people from your class that you will still know 40 years from now. Cherish them.

• Do something nice for yourself. You earned your high school diploma. Celebrate it.

• Don’t rush into the next chapter in your life, it will come soon enough. Plan ahead, but live in the moment – not the past or the future.

• Remember your community and start making plans to give back someday, no matter how small or trivial it might seem. You won’t regret it.

• Speak fondly of your school. No matter where you are in life, it got you to where you are today.

• Don’t sell your baseball cards. You can never replace what you get rid of at 18.

This column appeared in the May 13, 2026 edition of The Advance.

Perfect Mother’s Day Gift Coming Right Up

This column will come out just before Mother’s Day, so I’m taking it to the people. What should I get my wife – mother of our four children – for her special day?

I have some things I’ve been kicking around my head for a few weeks, but nothing has stuck so far. As I write this, in fact, I only have one gift secured – tickets for the family to attend a Toledo Mud Hens game.

Before you question my decision or laugh at how bad that choice is, I should explain. First, I asked if it was okay and was assured it is. Second, the tickets were such a good price, I couldn’t pass up the offer.

Besides, Anne always says the most important thing about Mother’s Day is spending time together. What better way to spend time together than with the crack of the bat on a Sunday afternoon at the ballpark?

With that out of the way, here’s some other ideas that I’m taking feedback on:

Cleaning the house.

No, I’m not going to do it. I mean, sure, I’ll sweep the floors and put dishes away. But, in this instance, I’m talking about a thorough, wall-to-wall cleaning. The kind you get when you hire someone. Has to be a 7 out of 10 on my scale.

Gift cards.

Yes, I’ve tried this before and the reaction hasn’t been all that good. But, part of me still thinks the gift card is the greatest gift of all. Free money to do whatever you want with. If I made it one of those pre-paid Visa cards or an Amazon card, she could literally get anything she wants. There are drawbacks, of course, such as her thinking I didn’t really make a decision or get her anything but money, but I’m still giving it a 6 out of 10.

A trip.

This is where things start to get dicey for me. In all my life I’ve planned maybe one trip. What makes me think I could pull it off a second time? I have plenty of excuses as to why this isn’t a good idea but I’m going with not knowing her schedule well enough to plan that far in advance. 2 out of 10.

Plants and plant accessories.

I simply cannot miss with a plant as a gift, as long as its alive. And, as history has shown, sometimes she even buys plants that look to be out of life in hopes she can nurse them back. 10 out of 10.

A new car.

I would, but she just started driving a new car last month. Too late on this one. 3 out of 10.

A day of being outside, hiking, biking, pickle ball and walking.

I might as well suck it up and take one for the team here because I’m definitely going to be talked into a walk and probably some time on our bikes on Mother’s Day. I’ll accept it. Besides, I’ve been walking a lot more lately and it’s not that bad. 8 out 10.

Finish – or at least start – the laundry room project.

This project was launched months ago by a joke that she took serious and now we have AI pictures of what our new laundry room could look like, a cabinet that was purchased for it and a countertop that we went to a suburb of Detroit to buy. Gotta get this done. Not by Mother’s Day, but soon. 9 out of 10.

Stuff.

This is an all-encompassing category, but an important one. Last week Anne threw away a bunch of old glasses that have been in our cupboard for years and we never use. It was empowering, she said, to finally get rid of something so that we don’t feel like we are constantly adding to the 35 years-worth of items we’ve accumulated. This includes things like coasters and necklaces and signs to hang in our house. I still might buy one or two, but for the most part, I don’t think “stuff” is on her radar anymore. 4 out of 10.

After going through my list of my notes, I realize no matter how hard I try, there’s not really anything I could buy that shows Anne what a tremendous mother she has been to our kids and the inspiration she continues to be for our family. 

I’m not sure that leaves me with any great ideas. I still have a few days, though, so I’m still optimistic I’ll come up with the right thing.

This column appeared in the May 6, 2026 edition of The Advance.

The Snakes Are Out So I’ll be Inside

Last year I thought I had the perfect set up.

After finding a great deal on a 35-inch TV, we bought a stand, on wheels, that allows me to take the TV outside and watch baseball games at night, or football on Saturday and Sunday.

We already owned a fireplace. Last year, my wife expertly added some flowerpots.

My deck became a little slice of heaven.

That’s the biggest shame of it all. I can’t go outside anymore.

Readers of this column will know my affinity for mowing the grass. I love it. Once or sometimes twice a week, I’ll grab some headphones, dial in Sirius XM radio and get on my zero-turn lawn mower and go to my happy place for an hour or so. I’ll even mow someone else’s yard if they want. That’s how much I love it.

Unfortunately, that’s all I am going to get to mow this summer – someone else’s yard. You see, I cannot even leave my deck this year, if I even make it that far.

Here’s why: I mowed the other night and as I made the soft turn around the very small pile of sticks that I have collected in my annual yard sweep, I saw it out of the corner of my eye, lurking just around the deck blade of my mower, slithering and winding against the grass. My grass. My dirt. There was no mistaking what it was, even as I tried not to look – and, most definitely I tried.

I saw a snake.

I haven’t put my house up for sale yet, but the snake already has won. All summer, every step I take, every move I make, that snake is going to be on my mind.

I tried to look away, because I knew what would happen if I confirmed it was a snake. But it was too late. I caught enough of a glimpse that I know it’s in my yard, lurking, waiting to wrap itself around my unsuspecting foot. It was at least two, maybe eight-foot long, I’m sure of it.

After I finished mowing, I put my lawn mower away, probably for the last time this year. I’m taking bids from lawn care companies as I write this, hopeful that they can somehow manage to keep the grass low enough that the snake is noticeable.

I have considered paving my backyard but an acre of concrete is probably expensive. I could go the way of my daughter in Phoenix. She has stones in her backyard. But, now that I think about it, the rocks are probably just a nice cover for that slimy creature they call snakes.

I don’t know when my hatred for all things snakes began but it’s real. I’ve screeched more than once at the sight of one and avoid the reptile displays at the zoo. If I see it at a park or during a walk, I make a mental note and never go there again. Too risky.

My new neighbor will certainly alter my life this summer. No more walking around barefoot in the grass or even walking in the grass, I guess. I’m going to put Animal Control on speed dial.

I can’t help but wonder why my yard? Did I make it too enticing by removing all the weeds along my fence? Is my grass too green, cut too often, too pretty? Is my yard so inviting because of the TV on the deck or the speakers that blare the occasional 80s station? Is there such a thing as a scarecrow for snakes? When I told my wife about my encounter in the back yard, she didn’t seem as concerned. In fact, she took the snakes’ side, saying something about they are good for the yard because they eat insects. I’m not buying it.

Whatever it is, I’m probably done with outside this summer.

Those back-to-back-to-back 70 degree days last week were a nice departure from the eight months of winter we just came out of. But, I’m fine. The snakes are out. I’m locking myself inside. As far as I’m concerned, it can start snowing anytime.

This column by Doug Donnelly was published in the April 29, 2026 issue of The Advance.

Real Life Experiences at My First Real Job

I haven’t had many jobs in my life outside of the newspaper business.

My first real job was working at a once-famous department store, K mart, which happens to be where I met my wife. She likes to tell people I was her Blue Light special, but unless you grew up in the 1970s or 1980s, that probably doesn’t resonate with many people anymore.

The Blue Light, for those who don’t know, was attached to a cart that a K mart employee would randomly turn on and someone on the public address system would announce that customers should “hurry on over to the Blue Light to get 20 percent off bedding” or something. People actually would run if the sale sounded enticing enough.

Sadly, I never got to operate the Blue Light, but did have to clean up some messes that people would leave in the aisles as they knocked things off the shelves to get to it.

I worked at K mart all four years of college, starting literally days before my high school graduation and leaving about four months after finishing college. I worked days, nights, weekends and holidays. I once went to work when the store was closed for Thanksgiving – I was locked inside – while setting up for the big sale that was going to start on Black Friday.

I worked in the garden center, the home improvement area and the paint department, which is ironic since today I’m not really into gardening, not the biggest fan of home improvements and would rather do just about anything than paint. Dress code required me to wear a shirt and tie every day, something few people would believe if they walked into a department store these days.

My paychecks weren’t much, but they didn’t have to be. They paid my car insurance, gave me some spending cash and allowed me to purchase a radio that was worth far more than my car.

The people of K mart made it interesting – and not just because I married one of them. She worked at the cash registers, which made it easy for me to send a friend through her line to check her out for me. Her dad insisted she not date anyone from K mart, but we found a way around that because I met her mother first and she loved me.

What was so amazing, though, was in just that one department store, I met people from just about every walk of life one can imagine. It was my first time being around people who drank alcohol after work, smoked cigarettes on their lunch break, went out to lunch, had babies, dropped out of high school, had gotten divorced and remarried, had step children and mothers-in-law and just about every other social difference you could image. I never realized how sheltered I was until I joined the working world.

A couple of those work mates were friends of mine from school, but for the most part these were people I would never have met in life had it not been for those four years working there.

People were fascinating to me just because I never met people like them before.

We shared some commonalities – customers. We all had war stories about customers who challenged us, yelled at us, or who tried to give us a tip when we loaded 10 bags of mulch into the back seat of their cars. It brought us together in odd ways, but gave us some common ground to talk about when getting together after work.

It was honestly the first time in life I experienced friendships outside of going to school with someone. In today’s world, that probably seems strange. Nowadays, high school kids grow up knowing just about everyone in their realm of life. It’s, of course, due to social media. I cringe thinking what life would have been like if I had social media at 17.

My first job wasn’t my best job, but it taught me enough about life to make it important in my lifelong journey to where I am today. There’s not always a blue light flashing to catch your attention. But, when it does, embrace it. 

This column by Doug Donnelly was published in the April 22, 2026 issue of The Advance.