Don’t be cruel to devoted pilgrims
We were standing by Elvis Presley’s grave.
“Do you remember where you were when you heard he was dead?” I asked, pen poised over my notebook.
Her name was Laura Pomeroy. She was 37, from La Crosse, Wisc., and this was her second visit to Memphis.
“Uh huh,” she nodded. “I was in 11th grade, in Galesville, Wisconsin, […]



