Not going to Graceland

I’ll bet she’d like to stop there.  They were going thru Memphis anyway, and it wouldn’t be much out of the way.  Her older sisters loved the guy and she grew up with him as part of her life and times.  They’d seen one (or two?) of his movies together.  Would you like to stop at Graceland on the way?  She paused, thought for a second and said ok.  This made him happy—because it made her happy. 

I’ll bet he’d like to stop there.  He’d asked her if she wanted to on their way thru Memphis.  After the guy died, he bought and listened to some of the old albums.  He gained an appreciation for how the guy’s raw talent developed so quickly and for how a nobody can suddenly become a cultural god for a generation.  She wouldn’t have called him a fan (like she used to be) but he asked, so he must be interested.  So she said ok.  This made her happy—because it made him happy.

It was hot as they pulled into the parking lot.  You didn’t really park near the mansion.  You had to take a shuttle from the car to the property across the street behind the famous musical gates.  A crowd of Elvis fans—yikes.  But he kept his mouth shut.  He would love her like Christ loved the church. 

She was tired from the ride and didn’t feel like going on a slow crowded tour.  But she didn’t want to mess up his good time.  Would you mind if I stayed in the car?  I promise I don’t mind.  You go have fun.

What?  But this is for you!  For me?  It’s for you!  Why would I want to see where an old dead singer used to live?  Because you like him!  I’d rather go to a home where someone really important lived!  Me too!  It didn’t matter who said what, they were both saying the same thing.  And laughing.  Thirty years together and they still weren’t communicating.  Or were they?  After 5 minutes in the parking lot, they were back on the road, still laughing.

Later they went here and loved it.   

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