Well, it’s not new if you’ve been to Gawker or Defamer recently and trolled through the Fox-related comments, but it’s new to the larger world, and it’s original to my mother, so here it is, straight from the foal’s mouth.
My mother used to work at the Children’s Hospital here in Vancouver, and the story she heard (and she heard it the same day, from people in the room) was that Michael was getting a tour and saw one of their scanners. He was told that there was a several months long waiting list for scans, because they couldn’t afford to buy a new one.
He asked how much it was…something like $20,000 (this was in the Eighties).
He wrote them a cheque.
Also, his sister(? or in-law, can’t remember) gave Greenpeace $200 when I was doing door-to-door for them. She was very nice.
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Are you sure it was Fox? It could have been Calvin Klein. And what’s with the life jacket?
Seriously, have you ever heard a bad thing about this guy in a quarter century, except for ‘Teen Wolf’? Eh? Eh?
Calvin Klein would never tour a children’s hospital. He’s a confirmed bachelor nowadays.
“Life Jacket?” Sir, that is a down vest! Didn’t you live through the eighties??????
Ma’am, didn’t you watch the movie? I just made a funny. >B^D>
Uh, no I didn’t. After he put Alex P. Keaton out to pasture I turned to different pleasures. Ah well. At least I had one of those vests. God I miss layering!
And you missed his Chuck Berry riff too, although he didn’t get around to a few bars of “My Dingaling” – which, incidentally, was Lene Lovich’s first recording singing gig along with several thousand other folks’.
But did Nina Hagen ever cover it? That’s what a real Eighties girl would want to know.
Now that you mention it, I just happen to have the extended dance remix of ‘Meine Dingalinge’ in my record collection . . .
We await the upload chez tu.
You dug Alex Keaton? Somehow I always knew you were a recovering yuppie.
No, no; it was kinda the inverse of the crush on the bad boy you wanted to fix. I wanted to break him instead. Trust me, I’d have turned him into a muesli-munching, Chomsky-spouting Sandalista in no time.
But he could keep the look. The look totally worked.