King Elvis

ElvisPublished in Night Train, Vol. 1, No. 1, Fall 2002.

 

When Buddy Turner was nine years old, he wanted to see Elvis Presley Live! In Concert at the Hofheinz Pavilion. The show was a month away, but the ad in the Houston Post warned that tickets would soon be sold out. When Buddy told his mother about the concert, and the price of the tickets, she said they would have to ask his father.

“What’s he got to do with it?” Buddy said. His mother gave him a look. “He’s your father.” “So?” “So we’ll have to ask him first.”

For almost a year his father had been away, and Buddy had imperson- ated the King, donning a white vest trimmed with gold brocade and colored beads, singing and gyrating his hips on the front porch for the neighbor girls, Cara and Darlene Knight. Some of the older neighbors, retirees from Hughes Tool up the street, who his mother said had earned the right to eternal silence, complained about what they called his cat- erwauling. Buddy wanted to remind them that the King Himself had sung on street corners in Tupelo, Mississippi, but his mother said some- times people didn’t care to be persuaded.

 

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