Orion’s Attic Launches Elvis Presley Collection Sale Today! The King Through My Mother’s Eyes...

Oct 19, 2018

I still remember the first time that I heard my mother cry. I was nine years old. We were in a hotel room while on vacation in Panama City, Florida. A newsman interrupted whatever was on TV that August day in 1977 and announced that someone named Elvis Presley had died of a heart attack in Memphis, Tennessee. My mom burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. The same sound began bellowing from every room. I got scared. What was happening? Why was there so much heartbreak in our hotel? Who was this Elvis guy? My dim concept of him was only that he was just some fat singer who liked to wear capes. Why were grown men and women crying so hard? An eerie silence followed the crescendo of tears. Fellow tourists emerged from their...

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