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Flaco73 Posts: 2615
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I must have been three years old. 1976, the year before Elvis died. It was the last year living on the street i was born on. I certainly remember when Elvis died. I was visiting the old street, and being babysat by old neighbors, and playing with their kids. When my father picked me up, he told me Elvis died. That is very clear. Something from a year before, is a little murky. I was on the same side of the street, but on on the sidewalk, on the younger side of 3 years old. It makes sense a lot that my 4 year older brother was with me, to take me across the street to our friends'. I have only discussed this with my brother, in passing, and he non-chalantly confirmed it. My mother remembers nothing as usual, and my father travelled extensively. All i can piece together: A man in the middle of the street, a red MG, and not such a good meeting of those two principals. Elvis did die. He took uppers and downers, and ate fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches. I mention him, because it counts as one of my 1st major life memories. Also, i was only 15-20 feet away,facing the same direction, that I was a year before(man getting hit by car), on that sidewalk. What exactly happened a year before, is, as I said murky, but haunting. "Talkin' 'bout soulshine. It's better than sunshine. It's better than moonshine. Damn sure better than rain." - Warren Haynes
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