I saw Michael Jackson on the subway yesterday. Not the present version but the one from the 70s: medium, well-shaped Afro and that angelic, before the shit-hit-the-fan face. It's been oh so cold here in DC (coldest it's been in seven years) and this MJ was wrapped in what looked like a duct tape goose down tubular jacket: something he might have worn in his Scream video. Past and present in one neat package. Coincidentally, just as I was observing Michael someone's cell phone called out. Obviously, the user had been downloading too many tones as the Jackson Five's A-B-C beckoned...