Thursday, February 17, 2011

Day Trip to (Little) Graceland

We went out for breakfast today with Jake and Candy, and the subject of "Little Graceland" came up. We went home to trade the bikes for the car and off we went in search of Elvis.
Taking 281 Hyway east is an adventure on it's own merit, because for a distance you drive right along the fence that separates Mexico and the United States. The bottom of the fence is concrete with metal poles above. Jake and Candy went closer for a better photo, but were stopped by a ditch unseen from this view.I thought I might need a picture to give the police in case they disappeared.

Shortly we arrived at the "Little Graceland Museum".
Part of a home has been dedicated to Elvis. The owners, Simon and Teresa Vega, are pictured on the sign above. Simon was in the Army with Elvis, both in basic training at Fort Hood and Germany. The photo of Teresa and Elvis was taken in Texas - Simon and Elvis in Germany.


Taking Care of Business.....six days a week.

That's Teresa letting us in the gates.





I really like Bruce Springsteen, so if he says it I believe it.





Candy and Elvis





The inside wall art.








A not-to-scale model of Elvis' childhood home.







Candy and I with Simon Vega.
I've never been a really dedicated Elvis fan. I thought the museum would be kinda hokey; a tacky, musty smelling room filled with posters and books maintaining that Elvis is still alive.
There were posters, album covers, plaster busts and assorted memorabilia. There was a National Enquirer cover showing Elvis in a wheelchair being rolled across the lawn at Graceland (the same issue with a story about an Al Gore statue crying real tears). The museum had one wonderful feature - Simon Vega. He was such a sweet guy, who loved to share his memories of the time he spent with Elvis Presley. He spoke with real affection of the humble and down-to-earth young soldier he knew. He claimed to be in the house in Germany when Elvis first met a 13 year old Priscilla and her older cousin. One of six soldiers who went through basic training and on to Germany with Elvis, he said Elvis played piano but never sang. Colonel Parker had insisted on a contract stating Elvis would not sing during his time in the service.
The museum accepts donations, and Simon sells a CD of a song he wrote in memory of Elvis.
I would recommend that everyone stop here, not for the museum, but to meet this
charming Presley Ambassador.
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On the way home we stopped at another RV park to check out the amenities. We're always on the lookout for other options just in case. There are certain criteria such as-
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A heated pool
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Hot tub
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Concrete parking pad
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Wide streets
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Ample lot size
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and
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Security....Security....Security!
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We are just across a river from a country run by drug cartels!
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We insist on a gated community!
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We demand a 24 hour gate guard!
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He was asleep when we drove in. He was asleep when we drove out.
In all fairness, Candy pointed out he might be dead.
In that case he gets a pass.








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