My all-time favorite newspaper columnist, the late, great Lewis Grizzard, once wrote a book with the wonderful title, Elvis is Dead and I Don’t Feel So Good Myself . While I love the title, I respectfully disagree with it.
Some 40 years after the King went to Rock and Roll Heaven (where as the Righteous Brothers reminded us, you know they have a hell of a band), Elvis remains very much with us in spirit. He remains alive in our hearts and makes us feel good when we hear his music.
Forty-four years ago, a young Tennessee Senator named Howard Baker appeared on national television during a Senate hearing and asked the following compound question: “What did the President know, and when did the President know it?”
When I was a child growing up nearly 60 years ago, lightning bugs or “fireflies” filled the summer night skies.
On an October afternoon in 1964, I sat impatiently in the back of Mrs. Evans’ 7th grade history class at Frayser Junior High School. I had the small plastic earpiece of my Japanese transistor radio in my right ear so I could listen to the 5th game of the World Series between the evil New York Yankees and my beloved St. Louis Cardinals.
Last Saturday, I celebrated (sic) my 65th birthday. My present was a Medicare card. Yes, it’s happy Medicare for me!
Now that the Federal government has issued me a Medicare card, it’s official: I’m an old geezer.