Missed Another Birthday
The Elvis Fan Club didn’t forget, but apparently I’ve missed another birthday. It was January 8th.
I’ll never forget the day I found out Elvis died. A neighborhood boy came up to me and said,
“The King is dead.”
I replied in all seriousness,
“We’re America. We don’t have a king.”
No amount of explaining could save that conversation, mostly because we were only eight years old.