Elvis Presley

In the very early 1960s, my mother was a sheltered teen whose parents sent her far from their California home to attend college in TN, where she would be safe from hippies, drugs and fun of any kind. One weekend, my mother and a friend decided to make a road trip to Memphis to visit Graceland. The two 18-year-olds parked far away and walked up to the large metal gated entrance. They peeked inside and looked for any sign of the famous musician beyond the gates. Suddenly, a car on the road behind them stopped and the window was rolled down. The girls peeked inside, expecting someone to ask them a question. Elvis looked out the car window and asked, "Can I help you with something?" The girls screamed as they ran away as quickly as their legs would take them.