I so wanted to be Lisa Marie Presley. Growing up near Memphis, Elvis was local royalty, adored by all. People flocked to Graceland hoping to catch a glimpse of The King. He had been known to toss diamond rings over the iron gates like Mardi Gras beads to passersby. We would have been thrilled to see anyone walking around on the front stoop – a gardener, the pest control man – anyone with access within those hallowed inner walls surrounding the estate.
|Lisa Marie’s TV room.|
|Backside of Graceland|
|Underbelly of the Lisa Marie|
Thank goodness for unanswered prayers. Turns out I’m the one with the charmed life.
Elvis, “All Shook Up”
Donny Osmond, “Puppy Love”
“Elvis was the king. No doubt about it. People like myself, Mick Jagger and all the others only followed in his footsteps.”
Ahhh…I remember when Elvis died, I had tickets and planned to go to my first Elvis concert….it was the summer before my first year of college…I will never forget that. Thank you…thank you very much for sharing your charming blog with us!!!
“If I had a plane instead of a tractor, I would go to the beach”…….Love that
WelluhhhhThankyaThankyavurymuuuch for reposting this!=) As always, a most excellent read, grasshoppuh=), even when I read it twice!=) Well, okayokayokay, actually, I somehow missed this one, earlier, so, to tell you the truth, this is the first time I’ve read it. And I totally agree that you have a much better life than Lisa Marie. You are blessed with an amazing and wonderful loving family, and on top of that, you know for sure who you friends are! Like the ole hillbilly used to say, “It don’t git no betta than thayut!!!”=) So, Happy Elvis Day!!! 25 years later, and his legacy is still rockin’ onward!!!=)
I recall just where I was when I heard Elvis had died. First phone call of the day from my office in San Francisco. Sort of like a Kennedy moment. Visited Graceland once. Time capsule. Kip