Andrew and I left on Christmas Day for our very own pilgrimage to Graceland. It wasn't the house, the cars, or the elaborate costumes that got his attention ----- it was the army exhibit. "Gram, where are the guns?" Ever the boy!
If Elvis hasn't permanently left the building, he will be 75 tomorrow. No chiseled jaw, or six-pack abs for him ---- no, siree....if he is in hiding in the dark recesses of someone's safe room, I imagine he is experiencing the ravages of time. Baggy and saggy - right along with the rest of us.
But, oh, what fun it was to walk through the King's house. Who in my generation hasn't heard of the green shag carpet covering floor and ceiling?
Time with Andrew is worth a king's ransom ---I took picture after picture of this grandson I love so much, knowing trips like this will rarely happen again. He will soon be too cool for that. But, his Gram will "ponder these things in her heart" and be awfully grateful.
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