So Michael Jackson's witness list reads like the list at the door of Studio 54. I for one am dying to see a boozy Liza Minnelli stagger in the courtroom with dark shades and a fur coat, slurring her words with one hand on the Bible. How about Elizabeth Taylor? A shell of her former beauty, I can picture the nursing home attendant wheeling a bedazzled Liz into the courtroom as she defends the elfin MJ with her dying breath. It would be like something straight out of a Tennessee Williams play! Today the King of Pop was rushed to the hospital with the flu. (Funny, but I have been walking around for weeks with tubercular like symptoms and still I trudge to work). The judge is giving Michael ample time to feel better. When I was a kid we waited with baited breath, for the new fall season of TV shows. Right now thinking about this trial, I have those same pangs of excitement in my stomach.

The Old Gang in Happier Times at Studio 54