Monday, August 19, 2002
The mind is the first to go.
Just had a chat with Kimmy, and apparently my memory of the death of Elvis is slightly flawed. This is her recollection:
We were playing in my room, with some other neighborhood kids when �my� mother screamed down the hall,
�Kimmy? Elvis is dead!�
Now that I think of it, her story holds more water than mine, it sounds like something my mother would do. She wasn�t the most sensitive person on earth. Kimmy was the reason I was into Elvis, since her mother had all the records etc.
I suppose my mother knew this, so was more likely to inform Kimmy than of me.