In honor of ELVIS WEEK, I share with you a piece of my childhood.
I almost titled this post Things I Love.
But truly, I don't love 45s of Elvis all that much anymore.
I am delighted to re-discover My Platter Box
from the days my sister and I shared a room.
She found it and returned it, but I suspect some of these are hers.
from the days my sister and I shared a room.
She found it and returned it, but I suspect some of these are hers.
At least one of records is going straight to my Junk Poker box.
If the kids I share my treasures with don't know what this is...
do you think they'll have a clue what a record is?
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Me as Elvis Impersonator (Now that got your attention, didn't it!)
And if you're still reading, here's a little something to make your day.
Me as Elvis Impersonator (Now that got your attention, didn't it!)
And if you're still reading, here's a little something to make your day.
1 comment:
Love this post -- because of course I remember it all. Did you notice that hairdo? Looks like a pile 2 inches high! But you have to hand it to the voice -- only a single guitar playing in the background.
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