This story is one of the legends that floats around in our family vault from time to time, and it’s details have become fuzzier over the years, but the story goes like this:
Greensboro, North Carolina, USA, est. 1973. Mom takes the double stroller with the 3 year old twins and the 6 year old big brother (me) to the lobby of the Hilton Hotel to catch the elevator upstairs for her hair appointment when the doors open and out steps Elvis Presley and his entourage that starts to push the bystanders back to make room for the King of Rock-N-Roll to pass, when he stops the procession and says to my Mom, these words:
“What cute children”.
She had no time to dig for a pen and paper, she had no camera, but she told us of this story from time to time and we all three are still quite cute. (Except for my brother who is EXTREMELY UGLY- – – but, that’s what big brothers are supposed to say.)
I remember it like it was yesterday, my brutha!! (I think I remember the day that shall forever be known as “Elvis day” because mom began hollering in disbelief. If memory serves, he had on a cape trailing behind him. I thought he was some kind of superhero. Still remember where I was a few years later when I heard on the radio he had passed away – riding in the backseat of dad’s green car.)
PS, I’m the prettier of us boys, ugly baieeeee!
I remember the cape TOO! -And I remember hearing the news of his passing as well and wondering, “Why haven’t I listened to his music more?” <~~It was BECAUSE we were full fledged members of the KISS ARMY and didn't have time to listen to "old People music" ((As I called it back then...)). Funny how things change, (eh, Ugly BOWeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)? 😀 Rock ON, Dude!