It's a little nutty down here this week. There are Elvises everywhere. It's nothing to eat lunch with one or two within eyeshot.

My wife and I went to the parade on Beale street the other day. 3 Elvises to my right, 2 to my left. I whispered in wife's ear: "Isn't that the one that sang at Tracy's birthday?" She glanced over, then whispered back: "I don't know, they all look the same to me."

They have three garbage cans near the ticket office at Graceland. One reads "Thank You". The next reads "Thank You". The last reads "Very Much".

Long live the King.