I was in Memphis in front of Graceland, mourning with... Wait a minute. That wasn't me. I didn't even know of Elvis. I was in the second grade, and I recall Pam Lewis coming to school crying. No one knew why she was crying. She said that Elvis died, and the rest of the class was wondering who he was, and if he was her uncle or something.
I hear that Memphis will be hot as hell, today, making many Graceland visitors sick as they wait in line to see the King's pad. I finally made my visit to Graceland a few years ago, and it was everything I thought it was and more, except being in a very average American neighborhood, and I use that term loosely.