If she had only gone we might have met sooner...
Today, on the 35th Anniversary of his
As I've written previously, I've been an Elvis fan all my life.
Every woman wanted to be with him, every man wanted to be him, and I thought I was him.
I could curl my lip, move my hips, and even sound a little like him.
And now I'm older than he was when he went away. But he never really left, did he?
I've been to Graceland, walked in, and knew where everything in the house was located (the infamous bathroom is right above the front door).
I've been on the beach at Daytona and had someone mistake me for Elvis.
I've answered the phone and made people think they were talking to the King.
I'm not making any of this up. Scary, ain't it?
I don't wonder what would have happened if Elvis had stayed around because, again, he's not really gone.
He's on my desktop, in my YouTube account, on my DVD player, and in my iPhone.
There's not another one like him, but I might as well admit it--he's gone.
Emily asked me when she was very young if I thought Elvis was in heaven.
Singing in the choir.