Thirty years ago today, Elvis Presley shook his markedly unholy pelvis right on through the pearly gates. It's also the third anniversary of my maternal grandma Leona's passing, but I never realized until today that they had the date in common. As I was driving in to work this morning listening to the radio djs reminisce about The King, I imagined him there in heaven sharing a porch swing with my fine, strong, midwestern grandma, winning her over with some good old gospel tunes. And I had to smile. (Photo credited to the AP)
2 comments:
I'm sorry that you don't have your grandma with you anymore, Dean.
What a fun(ny) mental image. :-)
My favorite phrase: "his markedly unholy pelvis"
Awesome.
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