Date Posted:09:10:55 08/16/07 Thu Author: Roger Subject: It was thirty years ago today...
I was driving across the Burgoyne Bridge, on my way to my fiancee's house to continue making wedding plans, when one of the radio hosts said, "That's terrible news about Elvis," and the other said, "Yes, a terrible tragedy." Then they went to music, and I arrived at Marion's house to ask if Elvis were dead, and to be told he'd died of a drug overdose.
I was never a huge fan, but I enjoyed his music, for the most part, especially his earlier stuff. Five or six years after, I was working in Maple Leaf Village in Niagara Falls, where we installed the Elvis Presley Museum, with two of his cars, costumes, various bits of bling and a couple of guitars, and X-rays of his forearm. Each January people used to arrive at our hotels for his birthday, sure that he would make an appearance.
