Can you say, "Black Velvet..."

Feets don't fail me now. From New Mexico to Tennessee, we pounded I-40 for three straight days, but who in their right mind would pass up a chance to see the King?

Not us, for sure. "Graceland" was on our "TO DO" list.



After being out west for three straight weeks, the humidity hit us like a ton of bricks. Nevertheless, we were on a mission.

The the folks at Graceland were also on a mission...separating us from our money.



It's still worth the price of admission and something everyone should see at least once. The house sits on thirteen acres of land across the street from the Elvis campground, gift shops, car museum, airplanes, etc., etc., etc.


And yes, there is what the press calls a "jungle room" and it does have shag carpet on the ceiling, but really, it's not as stupid as it sounds. You need to see it! You will not be disappointed. It's a great house.


P.S. They say he's buried here, but I'm not so sure...I could have sworn I saw him in the laundry room at a KOA in South Dakota!