Oh, man, I remember the day Marilyn Monroe died, August 5, 1962. I was taking a nap after doing the morning show at KBST in Big Spring, Texas, and I awoke realizing I had dreamed about Marilyn Monroe. And, for a sixteen year old kid in 1962, that wasn't that unsual. When I heard she had died, it dawned on me I heard it on the news on the radio I left on as I slept. You can read about Marilyn Monroe here but you can never know what those of us felt here (point to heart) when she passed.