Michael Jackson

There was a time–a mere blink of Father Time’s eye–that Loudoun could lay claim to being home to royalty. No, not the kind of potentate who required gilded carriages and wistful gals with palm leaf fans at the ready. This was monarchy of song. The leader of style. The purveyor of albums. So, who was this mysterious lad whose voice could send damsels into tears? Why, the King of Pop himself: Michael Jackson.