Now...the interesting part of this thread can begin...
WHERE were you and/or WHAT were you doing when you first heard the news?
Me?
I was in Milwaukee, a staff member at a Boy Scout camp, Camp Ammon, at the WI. State Fairgrounds. The camp itself was within (and encompassed) the old West Allis Ice Skating Rink (concrete oval...Eric Heiden trained there during the 70s/80s for his Olympic Run)...the whole camp was assembled for "daily announcements" when the news of EP's death was read over the loudspeakers...with over 180 testosteroned munchkins and about 30 music-loving adults...the only thing I think anyone heard for about 15 seconds was the hum of the amplifier over the loudspeakers, the grass growing under our feet and our own hearts beating ever-so lightly under our khakis (Yah, I know, we all wore the Boy Scout Uniforms...all the way down to the little red tab-thingies on the knee-highs with the shorts...pretty dorky, eh?)...
Then, for the rest of the Camp...it was 24/7 Elvis on the PA...mornin', noon and at night...
Funny thing...for some strange reason, everytime I hear this bit about today being EP's Death Anniversary...I get a little hint of the "essence of bossie" and a hint of cream-puffs mixed in with that memory...
