My sister sent me this picture yesterday. She’s on a pilgrimage to Graceland. Family legend has it that she cried when Dad told her that Elvis died.
I was too young to remember Elvis alive, but I’ve become a fan over the years. I bought his 1968 “comeback special” on a whim a few years ago, and I’ve never been so captivated watching a performance in my life. He had it all going on–humor, charisma, talent, looks, etc.
I’d like to go to Graceland someday. I like the little “TCB” lightning bolt on the slab.
Here’s a sample of his charisma from 1968:
Marilyn James said:
Elvis movies were a ritual when I was a kid. Endless Friday nights with fresh popped popcorn in front of the TV with the babysitter; who let us stay up late to watch the entire movie(s).
That sounds like fun!