Elvis Is Home

I went to a wedding this weekend. It took place in a little chapel next door to Graceland. The wedding was nice, but the whole experience was something else. As you walked down the street you heard Elvis music broadcast from every shop. That's different Elvis songs. So there's a strange blur of Elvis noise constantly shifting as you walk along.

To tell the truth, Elvis fans always seemed a little odd to me. Fans usually do to anyone else. But, once you experience Graceland you can't help but feel a little more respect for him and all the people who love him. Elvis apparently was just a poor sharecropper's son from Tupelo, Mississippi, who struck gold with a great voice and a way of getting into his music that shocked TV viewers and shot him to fame. His life became something of circus, but he always retained some of that small town boy attitude. He was very generous with people and charities. He told others he really wanted to be a Gospel singer. He was a nice guy.

So here's to Elvis. This is a caricature I made several years ago.