Well…
This has been a long time coming. I’m going to tell, from my personal experience, how the whole MC Hammer phenomenon began. With the world heavy in the throws of the aggressively contagious COVID-19 disease, a manufactured recession, forced U.S. unemployment and worldwide protests demanding equal autonomy and restitution for the descendants of enslaved African diaspora, it’s been a crazy beginning to 2020. I’m telling this story, not to discount the importance of all that’s currently happening, but, to share something unexpectedly positive and selfless. I feel the world needs to hear this, right now.
MC Hammer is an incredibly kind, compassionate and humble person toward me. He didn’t know me. He just ‘had a feeling‘ about me. That’s it. That’s all it took. The rest is written in the history books. So, how did we meet?
It was early 1984 and my assigned Naval Air Reconnaissance Squadron (VP-47) was preparing for deployment to Okinawa, Japan. I hadn’t quite met all of my shipmates, yet, because I’d just arrived at NAS (Naval Air Station) Moffett Field, Mountain View, California (now called Moffett Federal Air Field [NAF]). I was only 18 years old. It was my first time in California. Just what I saw there was enough for me to want to stay for a while. This was way better than Macon, Georgia, where my parents moved us to from Linden, New Jersey. I was enthusiastically looking forward to living in Okinawa, Japan. Little did I know that I’d be partnered with (as a roommate) someone who would change my life… forever!
Additional clarifying details on how this situation really went down will be covered in a book, coming soon.
LOVE, PEACE & MUSIC
