Never was a huge Elvis fan, but visiting Graceland gives you a whole new appreciation of the man and the legend. It also provides a live context to Marc Cohn's lyrics. The Jungle Room is a real place. It has green shag carpeting on the floor. And on the ceiling. It was said to have good acoustics.
The Mansion is surprisingly small, his custom-outfitted "Lisa Marie" four-engine jet is surprisingly big, and his fans, many of them children, are numerous and lined up in somewhat orderly fashion, boarding busses and listening to self-guided iPads. The funniest line of the day certainly was from a young lad about 8 or 9 years old, who ran down the hall displaying Elvis' Gold and Platinum records, who said, "Wow, these are all his CDs." Who says the next generation won't care about Elvis?
As bad as Getaway Day was, these last two have been just the opposite. Roads are good, traffic is light and cruise control is truly a wonderful thing when you want no-tolerance State Troopers to find you invisible. Our house sitters George and Darlene tell us they have been inconvenienced by some showings. One of them looks promising.
Melanie and I are getting as bad as the young kids we used to joke about, sitting across from each other in restaurants, not talking, not making eye contact, thumbs flying on their devices.Yes, I'm afraid that's us.
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