Elvis. That's all that I really have to say. I haven't been able to conjure up any more words past that. Just Elvis. I don't know any more than that. I feel compelled to say something, but where do you start? He is Elvis, for goshsake.
It's Elvis week in Memphis, TN. and with that comes the Elvis Presley Memorial 5k. Amanda, my dad, and myself hopped on down to Graceland to participate in the race and see the fanfare. Truthfully, I like Elvis music, but I am not just crazy about it. I mean, who doesn't like Elvis music, at least to some degree? I respect Elvis for what he contributed as much as any American, but I discovered this Saturday that there was much more to Elvis, than Elvis.
My dad spends the majority of Elvis week at Graceland every year. He loves to listen to the people, watch the impersonators, and mingle with the fans from all over the world. We all think he is crazy (and he is), but he just loves it. The whole Elvis Week thing has not really made much sense to me throu