Posted on 08/16/2019 5:41:12 AM PDT by vespa300
I was working at the Trane Home Comfort Center in South El Monte, CA. Door to door sales.
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There are moments in life you never forget and I wasn’t that much a fan. I was driving home from work and at the signal light waiting to turn left.
He was spotted just yesterday at the Dairy Queen with Michael Jackson and Jeffrey Epstein.
Bet there was a run on Elvis tapes.
I was also in my car on my way to pick up a 12 year old at a day camp......I was stunned.When I picked her up I told her that Elvis Presley had died. She said,”Who’s he?”.
I was waiting on a friend to get their divorce finalized and thought, @#^(*$ now they’ll always remember the witch every time the Challenger is brought up.
I was in a car driving back from a beach trip to Garden City, SC. We heard the announcement on the radio at every news break.
That’s it! Gonna make dinner easy tonight in honor of The King. Peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Fried, of course.
I was a hardcore Elvis fan for many years prior to his death. As a young admirer, I knew every song and every detail of his life. He heavily influenced my musical career and I wanted to be another Elvis during the high school and college years of my life. But mama said that was all bullshit and I should find a good job and quit dreaming. So I did. I became an IT person and gave up the search for a life of the rich and famous.
After a shitty day at the office, when I came home for supper that evening wifey told me Elvis had died. After a couple of shots of Jack Daniels the reality of the situation set in. Elvis couldn’t be dead, but maybe it was true. I spent a lot of time thinking he had disappeared and would return but he never did. I’m still waiting and time is growing short for me and Elvis.
Now well into my retirement, she reminds me at least once a week that Elvis is still alive. After 44 years of marriage I’m losing some of my mental facilities each day and my list of priorities has changed over time. Elvis is no longer on my list. But I still don’t believe her and avoid this and other subjects at all costs because she doesn’t care for my opinions as much anymore.
BTW, wifey is always right, so, he ain’t dead until she says so. /s But I have my doubts...
I can’t even remember where I was yesterday.....
On the day Elvis died, I was out of town looking for an apartment before the upcoming college school year. I called home at one point and my sister answered. I could tell she had been crying and she told me that Elvis died. I was frankly shocked. At that time, Elvis still had a clean image (he'd been enlisted by Nixon to help with the "war on drugs" a few years earlier).
Later that evening, I went with some friends to see Star Wars for about the third time that summer.
I was an AF Staff Seargent stationed at NORAD at Malmstrom AFB, Montana. I remember hearing it on TV at out home on base.
I was working for the Forest Service, on a fire at Wanoga Butte on the Deschutes National Forest in central Oregon.
I was ten years old at the time. I remember the evening rerun of “Welcome Back, Kotter” (that was on at about 7:00pm in my locale) got preempted by news coverage the day after the shooting when countless numbers of people were outside the Dakota building gathered to mourn the horrible and senseless event.
Sad......appreciate everyone’s story. Very interesting to read. I read them all. Thank You.
I was at work at the BellSouth Edgewater MS No 5 crossbar central office ( switching center).
I was at North Myrtle Beach with friends. We were about 15 years too young to remember Elvis at his prime.
However, in the spring of 1980, I was at the University of Virginia for grad school and participated in the Easters party weekend. The rock band “The Original Fetish” was booked at about every frat party we attended in/around the Mud Bowl.
They had two “hits” they played over and over:
“Surfing Nazis”
(no youtube or recording available)
and
“I’m Glad Elvis is Dead”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=083u3fUcywQ
FWIW.
In the living room of my parents house, listening to the news break on the radio. Which was a GE AM/FM Compact Stereo unit with turntable and 8-track player.
It still existed in a family cabin until a few years ago.
Gotta admit....when I was in Burger King in Kalamazoo I stuck a peek in the kitchen. Did not see him there.
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