Elvis

Elvis is a big part of my life. Every Sunday, he croons his gospel tunes in my living room as I read the Sunday paper and drink my coffee. He also appears at other times, when my husband spins his videos on youtube.com or plays his vast MP3 collection.

He is always there. In a spiritual way, he has been a part of my life forever because my mom was also a huge fanatic.

So, indirectly Elvis has been a part of the very fabric of my existence. . .a part of my subconscious and conscious. . .

. . .so I guess it's fitting that we might actually get off our duffs and head to Graceland this summer. That is if gas prices don't soar.