In 1956, The King wasn't The King yet when he stopped off for a show in Lexington. It was a night that the town never forgot. It led to a comment that some Duke football players also never forgot.
My best friend's mother, Charlene, was a teenager in Lexington and attended this show. The family lore is that Elvis made eye contact (and therefore, made eyes) with her. Far from making him or anyone jealous, my best friend's father, Jerry, would bust out a wide grin at this old saw.
When Elvis died, it was a bona fide day of mourning in that home the next day. Jerry took work off from Duke Power, packed the three boys and Charlene in the car and took the family to Carowinds to get their minds off Elvis' death. Charlene sat for one of those busker portraits on the concourse straddling the border as you enter the park. It's a profile, my best friend still has it over the fireplace. The look of sadness on her face is enormously touching.
Now this is what the Lexington Tourism Board needs for a slogan!
WHAT. A. F***IN'. KICKER!
Elvis...the lifetime (and posthumous) president of the Lexington Clap Club. May he RIP (Rest in Penicillin).
Laughing too hard to write!
Hilarious good writing!
Good one Jeremy!
My best friend's mother, Charlene, was a teenager in Lexington and attended this show. The family lore is that Elvis made eye contact (and therefore, made eyes) with her. Far from making him or anyone jealous, my best friend's father, Jerry, would bust out a wide grin at this old saw.
When Elvis died, it was a bona fide day of mourning in that home the next day. Jerry took work off from Duke Power, packed the three boys and Charlene in the car and took the family to Carowinds to get their minds off Elvis' death. Charlene sat for one of those busker portraits on the concourse straddling the border as you enter the park. It's a profile, my best friend still has it over the fireplace. The look of sadness on her face is enormously touching.
Well I don't guess he was TOO tired.
Great read