Mr. Bob Dobolina
Senior Member
I was 12 years old at the time. I was in a car with my friend Alan and Ed, his dad. We were on our way home from Belmont Shores. We were listening to the radio and heard the report. Ed was bummed but Alan and I just looked at each other and shrugged. At that time Elvis was, to me, either that fat guy in the white jumpsuit or the guy in those crappy movies that I'd see on T.V. on Saturday afternoons. It wasn't until a few years later that I started listening to his music. I then understood what a tragic loss it really was. John Lennon's murder a few years later ripped my heart out.
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