January 23, 2008
I’ve always had this weird connection with Elvis Presley. It’s been said that the only reason why my mother married my father was because he reminded her of Elvis. Of course, she was a big Elvis fan, so growing up I was always surrounded by Elvis records and books and magazines, etc. People still give her Elvis stuff for Christmas. Even she thinks she has way too much of it and wishes people would just stop giving it to her. I guess it’s just an easy gift that doesn’t require much thought on the givers part.
Anyway, because of these surroundings, I’ve pretty much seen it all – the movies, the photos, the CDs, all of the assorted tchotchkes. That’s why it was kinda weird today when I was in Border’s Books and Music, just browsing around while I was on my lunch break and came across a new book of Elvis photos. It was called Elvis Presley: The Family Album. I opened it up and started leafing through the pages and realized that most of these photos I had not seen before such as old school photos, early photos with fans, family photos, etc. I went back to the beginning of the book and looked at each and every page. It had me captured. It was as if something in the book was speaking to me. I attributed it to the fact that I was looking to kill some time before having to return to work and it just felt so good to get away from my desk in the middle of a nice sunny day.
I left Borders and had to stop at Marshall’s on the way back to work so that I could return an iPod FM transmitter that I had purchased from them that did not work. I walked into Marshall’s, made my return, quickly browsed around the store, didn’t see anything that interested me, and I walked out the door. Just as I was looking down to step off of the sidewalk, I noticed a very old penny on the sidewalk in front me. It was strange because it really stuck out. It looked as if it was raised about an eight of an inch from the pavement. I picked it up and couldn’t believe my eyes when I read the date on the penny – 1935. I thought “Damn, that’s an old penny.” I turned it over to look at the wheat background. I don’t think I’ve ever found a penny that old. I put it in my pocket and headed to my car. A cold chill came over me while I was walking that almost stopped me dead in my tracks. “Wait a minute.” I thought. Wasn’t 1935 the year that Elvis was born? I had just been looking at a bunch of dates in that Elvis book in Borders and I remembered thinking about how long ago so many of the photos were taken. I quickly did the math in my head just to make sure my memory wasn’t failing me. Died in 77, minus 42, equals 35. How freaking bizarre… Did Elvis send me that penny? Is there something in that book that I need to take a second look at?