ELVIS, BAD COMBINATION!!!!

Happy 75th birthday Mr. Presley.
My Aunt Gail was a huge "Elvie" fan, so I was forced to semi-like him. I saw all of his movies, and listened to her play his music, but I was not a "crying" fan, like I was about the Beatles. Then in my early twenties, I fell in love with him.
Grandmother, Mom and I went to see him and fought over using the binoculars. Three generations of women, all lusting away. He had uummm...something!!! Beautiful voice, and something!!! I don't know if it was the bad boy, hood, greasy look or the baby face , mommas boy that attracted all types. He was heavy and not hitting all the notes, when we salivated over him, but drool we did.
One of my favorite Elvis stories, was hearing on the radio that he had died. I was stopped at the tollbooth, and screamed. The poor tollbooth man, dropped my money, and listened to the radio with me, shaking his head. I quickly drove to my apartment, and the phone was ringing( this was before cell phones!!!) Mom was on the other end saying, " We are on our way!" My parents drove over to just be with me. The Blackmans ALWAYS take things hard. We were grieving together, the passing of someone who changed music.
Today he would have been 75, good lord, where has the time gone?? and in 42 years of life, NO ONE tried to tell him narcotics and fried peanut-butter and banana sandwiches is a BAD combo!!!
"Love you Tender" Elvie.