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Post by Oss Rae on Aug 16, 2017 22:30:43 GMT -8
Elvis really wasn't significant to me 40 years ago, but I remember where I was when news of death came. My family was on a camping trip in the southwest (visiting places such as cliff dwellings and the Grand Canyon).
Very soon after Elvis's death was reported, a strange guy came to our camp at night and introduced himself as Elvis (which struck me as strange right away). He then proceeded to talk and talk and talk... Then I remember having to suddenly evacuate the camp. That guy had gotten too creepy and I'm told started talking about his knife.
We stayed at a motel where coverage of Elvis's passing could be seen on TV. When I heard he was in his early forties, that sounded old. News of the death seemed sad even though I had no special passion for Elvis.
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Post by Jeanne on Aug 17, 2017 5:32:17 GMT -8
What an amazingly eerie story, Ross. Thank you for sharing that.
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