last night I dreamt I was with Michael Jackson in Las Vegas,
he was wearing regular street clothes, but he had a cowboy hat on, a big black one.
there we were inside the casino and no one except me knew it was MJ.
he kept worrying about an upcoming performance and the weather,
wondering if his stage outfit would hold up.
knowing the perfectionist he was I completely sympathized with him.
the outfit conversation turned to the remake of
The Great Gatsby
& he said he didn't think it needed remaking because it was near perfect before.
I said I would always remember Robert Redford & Mia Farrow
and no matter what the new movie was like that memory wouldn't go away.
& then I thought how wonderful it would be if we could all dress like this
at least one more time.....