
Ride On Dude! Pitching magazines, beer, and dog food in heaven.

Then it was Farrah. (at least it's a two wheeler)

Rest In Peace.
Then Michael Steals the Show

Michael J. with Diana Ross. Note the bent forks!

Happier times? In spite of his his fame and riches or maybe because of it, his life was sort of sad. While I was not really a fan, I can't dispute his talent and impact.
The Seventies are dying more each day.