My sister Kelly calls me last night

and says "Guess where I am at right now?".

I am thinking "This is the Poindexter version of Where In The World Is Kelly Liegois?"

She was at Graceland. Elvis's home and place of rest. She took these cool photos on her camera phone and sent them. I can't believe the quality.

I love Elvis. I remember the day he died. We were living in Bozeman (it was summer and I was out of school) and who knows what kind of trouble I was getting into. I hear Mom's car pull into the driveway (gravel, you know) and come up the porch stairs. She opens the front door and immediately I know something is wrong. Her eyes are all red and teary.

I asked her..."What up Mom?" (I totally didn't say it like that...I would have been whooped if I said it like that!) and she looks at me with those big, brown pools of chocolate and sobs "Elvis died today!"

I am thinking...that fat guy who wears ugly jumpsuits? The sweaty, mutton chopped dude that wears sequins? Really what I am thinking is "Why the hell you crying Mom?" but now I totally understand the tears.

That Elvis was CALIENTE hot...and he was a momma's boy. Gotta love a momma's boy !