Elvis is Alive and Well.......

.....at Jacobs Farm. Elvis our rooster that is.

But I must admit, I remember the day, the moment ~ the exact place where I was when the world learned that Elvis Presley had died.

I was 16 years old that summer of '77. My best friend, Helen, and I had worked all summer at Wendy's to save our money for a trip to Florida. My grandmother lived in Pensacola and we bought round trip tickets to fly down and visit for a week. 28 years ago today, Helen and I were, where else? At the mall shopping. We were in Brooks shopping for clothes for back to school. It was going to be our Junior year of high school and we wanted nothing more than to have great clothes from somewhere else - anywhere else besides our local shopping venues at home. I distinctly remember standing at a round rack of slacks when the overhead speakers in the store came on with the announcement from the local news broadcast. I truly believe the world stopped at that very moment.

28 years. That's more than a quarter of a century that the King has been gone from us. Ironic that he was so loathed by the establishment early on, yet rose above the controversies and was later yielded as a king to musical culture that continues to transform every day.

Still, it's nice to be able to walk outside and across our yard, up to the barn and over to the chicken yard to see our Elvis, who is alive and well at Jacobs Farm.

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