I graduated HS in '59. Ricky Nelson was my favorite (I know I'm strange). Didn't like Elvis then, but came to appreciate his voice later. I sat in my car overnight waiting at Ticketron to get tickets for what turned out to be his last concert in Chicago, at the old Stadium. My husband said we could go only if I promised not to scream. Had great seats fairly close to the stage. I still remember where I was when I heard he had died. We were in a restaurant at a motel in Springfield after seeing The Captain and Tenille in concert at the state fair the night before. They were having breakfast a few tables away from us.