I remember when I told my mom I wanted the Michael Jackson Diamond glove for my birthday…She went into her cedar chest, got one of my great grandmothers old white church gloves and sewed ten fake jewels of all different sizes to it…Needless to say it wasn’t what I had in mind…God bless her for trying…The next year they made up for it by getting me Michael’s signature red coat full of zippers…It was sold at a yard sale some years ago…I wish  I still had it now…Having never been convicted of any crime, this is the Michael I choose to remember…