saintfan

Tomorrow, August 16th, in 1977, Elvis Presley, the King of Rock N Roll, died.

Man 34 years. I was 8 and remember it like it was yesterday. My mom was crying in the kitchen, so I went in to ask her what was wrong. She picked me up and sat me on the counter and hugged me and said, "Elvis is dead". It was like somebody in our family died.

My grandpa played gigs with him at the Louisiana Hayride in the 50's. I grew up listening to his music and hearing stories about him.

All Hail The King Of Rock N Roll...

C'mon Man...