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… will be shed today,
Elvis has not just left the building, he has left our world for another
where I hope to God, he finds the answers he was looking for.
I know he may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but for me, he was my first real crush. I deserted Cliff Richard the moment I found Elvis.
Sad to say, I never made it to Graceland’s
I am not one of those screaming kind of fans, I felt I could see beyond the performer and the part that haunted me, captured my soul.
I do not say this lightly; I am writing this because Jaye and I were discussing our heroes. Name three, she said. She knew the first one of course.
The second was Da Vinci. I could not name a third
There are many lesser ones that I like
Ones that have the same kind of spark in smaller amounts
Like idols with feet made of clay, they don’t quite match
What about writers, Jaye asked
I could only think of one, James Herbert
I had watched an interview once and he had a great sadness about him
I brought his last hard back, something I never do as I prefer paperback
Then found out a few days later, he had died
That left a little hole in my mind as I had contacted him a while back
His kindness is still remembered
I told Jaye, that’s enough of this nonsense, back to work…