Graceland

Graceland. It's more than just Elvis' pad. It's the center point of the Elvis religion. The faithful come and pay respects. Now I liked Elvis, don't get me wrong. My mom and Elvis share the same birthday of Jan 8. I like his music. I even serenade my wife to the music. But the devoted at Graceland are something special. It's something to behold. The reverence. The awe. I highly recommend the place, and not just for the camp. The tour presents Elvis as a sort of "musician-philosopher-erudite-manofthepeople". He's all things to all people. Great pains were taken to emphasize the large volumes of books he took with him on the road (he was an avid reader of everything from the bible to Shakespeare to non-fiction) and his physical fitness (his black belt was bronzed - j/k).


At Graceland - just me and the kings. The guys were just regular tourists, like me. And yet, just a little different. I wanted the photo with Gen and me, but she wouldn't have it. Still, these guys were friendly, I think they were from Germany. And why not? They're here at the best place on Earth (for mutton chops).





Just a snippet of the graffiti on the surrounding brick walls.


At Graceland, Elvis is a superhero.




The grave. Hallowed ground.