Graceland November 25, 2009
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Once, when I was thirteen, a family I was visiting in Memphis drove me past Graceland. Elvis was still alive. Maybe he was home when I went by. Maybe he wasn’t.
I’ve never been back to Memphis.
Route 153 
i went to graceland when i was in my 20s, just on a lark. i was on a road trip with a friend, a circle from memphis to nashville and back again. quite fun.
we went to graceland for the kitschy-ness of it, but it was surprisingly interesting and sad. he died on my mother’s birthday.
ps wondering what prompted this post…
I’ve never been to Memphis but have driven past the store where Elvis’s mom bought him his first guitar.
I remember when he died because we had visitors from England staying in our house and with friends. I think they cared more than I did.
I only knew about Graceland because of the Paul Simon CD. Sad eh?
I tried to ignore everything about Elvis other than his music, or I’d get too depressed. Same goes for Mozart, Beethoven, Schumann (especially Schumann), Janis Joplin and many others. Sad, sad lives.
Ditto to #2. Did you pass a drycleaning shop with an Elvis bust in the window?
Laurie, Helen, I think it was a couple of references to Graceland in a short span of time…