Still - to my aunt; Elvis dies every August 16th and we all have to hear about it again.
This means that he, The King, is currently alive but his days are numbered as August quickly approaches. Sorry Elvis, shits goin' south real quick. Again.
On the evening of 16 August 1997, I was sitting in the St. Louis airport waiting for a connecting flight. The PA system announced the arrival of a flight from Memphis at the gate just across from me. With a few exceptions, everyone coming off that flight was either made up to look like Elvis, dressed like Elvis, or wore Elvis tshirts. The best of the lot was a 250+ pound butch women in her 60s with perfect Elvis hair/sideburns, wraparound sunglasses, and wearing a circus tent size sequined jumpsuit. As she got off the plane she was met by two equally large butch women who each presented her with a single red rose. They all embraced and proceeded to sob loudly. I was deeply moved.
