Here's The '68 Comeback Special Buddy grooving to the band and waiting on the Diva Dog to get back from the bathroom to trip the light fantastic.
My family owes a lot to The Elvis Presley Trauma Center. My uncle was in an horrific truck accident several years ago. A hammer he had stored in the drivers door became dislodged as the truck hit an abutment and struck him in the head. The police had him air lifted to The Med. He survived, severely brain damaged from his injury, with little chance of recovery. The nurses, doctors and staff were kind, efficient and miraculously talented, because during one of his walks down the hall to rehabilitation, he straightened his back and stopped cold. He looked up at the nurse and said, "Well, hello, World!"
Today he is perfectly normal. Well, as normal as he ever was...
So it is with a great honor and privilege that the '68 Comeback Special Buddy is going to the place where my uncle made the ultimate comeback. Elvis may have left the building, but he's off to greet the world.