| January 08, 2003 - 9:55 A.M. upon this day | ...in the town of tupelo a child was born.
say what you will: hillbilly, overdosed, etc. even bloated and sweating he hit the pure, sweet notes that pierced the hearts of so many of us. phenomenon, icon, elevated beyond celebrity to sainthood - he sprang from dirt-poor, sharecropper's soil and never lost the charm and simplicity of those humble beginnings. ensconced in big belt buckles, rhinestone capes, triple-pile shag and yellow ceramic monkeys - the trappings that brought him a little happiness and delight.
his frailty and insecurity made it necessary for him to surround himself with a large group of friends who came to be known as the memphis mafia and while these people undoubtedly witnessed strange behavior and answered bizarre demands they had access to a lifestyle previously unattainable.
elvis' extraordinary talent and magnanimous generosity changed the lives of friends, family, fans and complete strangers. so scoff if you must, if you're too cool to appreciate the man on the surface; when teddy bear or trouble start to play they'll never see your toes tapping under the table.
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 prevention is kinder than destruction. each year over six million healthy dogs, cats, puppies and kittens are killed as surplus. remember: neuter, spay and don't let them stray!
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