It’s a long ways from Gary, IN to Neverland Ranch. When I was a boy I lived close enough to Gary to smell it. The community where my family and I were safely tucked away was only about 15 miles from Gary; I would look at the interstate frontage as we drove to visit family in Michigan for holidays. Like most of my neighbors, though, I never actually set foot in Gary. It was a certain kind of town for only certain kinds of people. Through no merit of my own, I wasn’t one of those people.
Michael Jackson’s smoothness made us ache to get past the clumsiness of this life that we consider “real”. We ache to moonwalk our way from our individual Gary, Indianas, to whatever Neverland might be waiting for us in the pleasant hills of Santa Barbara. We ache for that…only to find that we can’t get there from here.