Was surprised to come home and see no other post about the 34th anniversary of the death of Elvis Presley. My memories of him will always include those of one of his biggest fans, my sister Bonnie, who herself passed in 1988 at 32. Elvis and my mother also share the same birthday. The day he died I was walking between the barracks at Little Rock AFB, not 2 hours from Graceland, when someone yelled out a window that Elvis was dead. A lot of us sat around picnic tables that night listening to Elvis songs, drinking Jack Daniels, singing along, and drinking some more. Good memories.
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