I was thinking back when I was a kid. My mother and oldest sister were huge Elvis fans. Because of that, I was over-exposed to the King. I knew the words to every song and could name all 33 movies. Even though most kids my age weren't that big on Elvis, I was a huge fan.
Back in October of 1976, Elvis came to my town for a concert. My sister camped out at the ticket window because it was a sure sell-out in the first day. I begged my mom to let me go. She didn't want to shell out the extra $12.50 for my ticket, so she told me that I could go another time. There was no other time.
On August 16, 1977, I was doing my chores with my little sister. We divided cleaning up the living room into top and bottom. I did the top (couch, chairs, and tables) and she did the bottom, which consisted of the floor - vacuuming and whatnot.
It was a little past 3:30 pm and Batman was on TV for kids programming in the afternoon. A special report came on to interrupt the BAM's and POW's of Batman action, "The Memphis police are reporting that Elvis Presley has died in his Graceland home.
I was stunned. I couldn't believe it. Sometimes I still don't. I remember hearing in the subsequent days all the conspiracy theories and Elvis sightings. I believed he was still alive for at least a couple of years. After all, how could a huge star like Elvis ever have a normal life without faking his own death? I heard of all the reports of how lonely he was and how he longed for a normal life. He had to rent entire amusement parks and movie theaters just to have a night out. Yep, this must have been his plan. Then there is the misspelled tombstone in Graceland. Elvis Aaron Presley (when it should be Aron). At least, that is what I heard.
As time passed, I finally put Elvis to rest in my mind. The King is gone -the last king this country will ever know.