I’m not an Elvis apostle, or even a disciple. Although I’m a fan, my devotion to the King has never reached religious proportions.
Granted, in my teens I was a bit Elvis obsessed. I was 15 when he died on Aug. 16, 1977, and at the time the loss affected me deeply. But life went on and so did I. I never became Presley possessed.
Yes, I still like his music, and I still have a small assortment of Elvis crap — records and CDs, a few books, a clock, and some figurines that my mother gave me. But to finish the analogy I started with, in terms of Elvis Presley, I’m more like an occasional Christian who shows up in church on Christmas and Easter and calls it good.
Another year has gone by, and now it’s 40 past Elvis. Time to pay my respects once again.