Joyfully blogging about writing and reading all things Paranormal, Steampunk, YA, Gaslamp, Romance and anything else that goes BUMP! in the night
I was one--that's crazy!
He was so hot.
Angie...I was not 1! Alleged -- I used to cry if I couldn't watch an Elvis movie -- it seemed as if they came on every weekend. I think I was 7 or 8 when I realized how...nice he was to look at.
Good music, thanks for sharing.
I remember visiting Elivs' home at Graceland when I was a kid. He had quite the eclectic decorating style. I don't remember his death though, since I wasn't born yet! lolAlso, I’m a new follower—wonderful blog! Stop by my blog and follow me too? :) http://rachelbrookswrites.blogspot.com/