My birthday is August 16th, my brother Jody’s is 7 days after mine on August 23rd and my brother Troy’s birthday is 7 days after that on August 30th. Then, years later, I had my daughter on November 18th and Troys first son was born 7 days later on November 25…we thought history was repeating itself. Anyway, when we were young sometimes we’d have a birthday party for all 3 of us together and I think on August 16, 1977 that was just what was happening in SignPost. Someone came on the radio and announced that Elvis Presley had died. I was standing exactly in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. I was a brand new 9 year old, I liked Tanya Tucker and Dolly Parton -certainly I was not an Elvis fan but I remember a hush fell on the kitchen that day, I remember the grownups seemed sad but I was just glad something significant happened on my birthday. Pretty sure I got into trouble for that too, but I promise I meant no disrespect to the King of Rock & Roll…

Its funny these crazy moments of time that are frozen in my mind, some are important things, and some are not. This surely falls into the unimportant category, but I do think of Elvis every year on my birthday. ♥