The Following is a Special Report...Followed by Something Completely Different

We hereby interrupt the travelog to say that, the last we heard, there will be no funeral procession to Neverland Ranch. Cancel those hotel reservations, folks. Unless you just want to come up to visit, shop, and drink some fine wine. It's highly unlikely that Neverland will become another Graceland. People around here are rather NIMBY. And it's such a nice backyard, I can't blame them. But Larry King thinks there's still a story here...stay tuned tonight.

The HH turned on Anderson Cooper's CNN coverage last night and then promptly ignored it to look up car stuff on the computer. Excuse me, but I got my fill of AC yesterday subbing for Regis -- and I paraphrase here: "like this one time, at band camp when I was a kid, my mom took me to studio 54, and there was this guy, and it turned out to be Michael Jackson." Anderson, your mom was Gloria Vanderbilt. Admit what you are.

So I flipped to my Michael Buble DVD. (I saw him last summer.) (And then I lost the rest of this post so I had to rewrite it.) So leave it to me to turn this post into something completely different.

Michael Buble -- Sway



Which led me to Dean Martin Sway. I'm really liking Dean lately.



Which further led me to Julie London , my beloved Rosemary, and Bobby Rydell.

And a "historical version?"



Sway with me while we ignore the Michael Jackson business for one more day.