Stuart Polansky wrote:
A DJ friend of mine, Alan Smith, better known to listeners as Brother Love, got a pair of tickets for me to see Elvis, 1976. I didn't have a date and wasn't all that crazy about The King, at the time, so I gave the tickets to my parents. Dad didn't want to go, so mom went with Mrs. Jones, our next door neighbor.
The next morning their pictures were below the fold Style (I think) section of The Washington Post. They were floor tickets, a few rows in.
Shortly after, Elvis was gone.
I'm sick to this day.
I got roped into visiting Graceland during a business trip. I wasn't fond of the idea right from the beginning -- the voting went 4 to 1. That said -- I didn't regret the visit to Graceland. The gyrator had more gold and platinum records than I could count and even if he got about 50-cents royalty per record, he made about $500-million. The old house is a hoot to see and his office (located in an out-building on the property) was very minimal. He traded under the icon TBZ. "Taking care of Business" Across the street was a gift shop and restaurant with well organized tours. His cars and air planes were there as well. At Graceland -- Elvis is "still alive."