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I was 8 years old and we were camping for family vacation. Me, mom, and dad. Dad had gone to get firewood and a kid came through the campground selling newspapers. Mom paid for the paper, took one look at the front page, lay down and began to sob. Uncontrollable sobbing. I'd never seen her cry so hard and it scared me. When I asked her what was wrong she could barely get the words out. "Elvis died."
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I love this picture of El-vi. (You know that I'm partial to the young, sexy E rather than that fat drugged out E...).
This is a great story, Cheeky. I have a non-camping version of my Mom and the day Lennon was shot.
So, if Boy George OD'd, would you shed few tears in memory of the old days?
:P
Related post here (I couldn't get a trackback to register on your site).
CHEEKY!
I was also 8 and we were ALSO camping on family vacation when we heard the news on the radio.
