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'Elvis' and the cheap seats

    We do things in this life that we don't anticipate doing. One summer night in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, I was at a concert. We had been to an outdoor concert at Dick Clark's Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. We walked through the museum, which was cool. Then we sat in the amphitheater and watched the Beach Boys, which was good. I had seen them at the Kansas State Fair once before this. It was a great place to go, with families eating dinner on a quilt spread on the ground and all that. But I digress.
    The night in Pigeon Forge, when we returned to our hotel there was an odd thing going on. This Elvis impersonator was in the parking lot at the side of the swimming pool. He had a sequined suit with high collar similar to the king's Hawaii concert. He had a tape machine for his music tracks and was singing all those great tunes. He interacted with the audience, flirted with the women and had a lot of fun. My wife and I were about 40 feet away at the door of our room so I popped the trunk and we sat in the trunk, drank a few beers and listened.
    I gathered that the management at the hotel just let the dude do this and didn't pay 'Elvis' anything. Without a doubt I enjoyed the novelty of the evening more than the more formal and traditional concert I had just left. The cops cruised the parking lot a few times so we had to set our beer inside the trunk. It was sort of like being a teenager again, I guess.
    I couldn't help wonder about the Elvis impersonator as the years rolled by. What an unusual hobby for a guy, don't you think? The main thing is: He had fun, we had fun, no harm done. But hey, he didn't have any scarves to pass out. We would never have got one from the trunk section anyway.
    From the Jet Black Hair place. CE Wills
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