I was 17, living on my own, renting a room out behind this huge old house. kind of a creepy house.
I went to pay the rent. The son of the place(who was older than me) came to the door in like striped jeans and white shoes and sox.......uggggg dirty .........oh almost forgot, he drew his eyebrows on!!!!!.......and his mom was standing sorta in the distance behind him. She was the size of about an 12 yr old girl, with this yellow like formal little girls dress, little see thru sleeves and flowers on the front bodice, and little bows .....like a little kids cheap dressy dress, The dress was wearing her!!
So he opens the door and says to me ........"The King is Dead!" I was thinking King? I did not say anything for a little bit and then said I am sorry. And he went on to tell me how great the king was. I still had no idea who "the King" was. I figured him and his mom to be wackos and was just trying to get the hell out of there.
He opened the door farther and then I saw ............TONS of elvis memorabalia.......mags, albums, posters, dishes, I cant remember what all. These two were definately distraught. It was horrible.
I was not an elvis fan or follower........so it did not register with me at all till i got older.
I have been to Graceland. A friend of mine from London came over and he was so disappointed the house was so much smaller than he thought it would be and also, the gates to Graceland were very small.
The museum across the street was awesome. And I had a new appreciation for Elvis.
I have also been to Tupelo MS where Elvis was born and got a complimentary guitar shaped flyswatter that I still have!~!~!~!!!!!!!
Its a little town that has signs everywhere that says Birthplace of Elvis. I was there for a furniture show, not to visit the birthplace of Elvis, but they really play it up.
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