I remember hearing Elvis for the first time when I was in high school. The song was "Don't be cruel" and I was mesmerized by this voice coming over the radio. I looked at my mom who was as awestruck as I. We lived in the Louisiana Bayous and we really couldn't determine if Elvis was white or black. It did not matter. Oh, he had a "one in a million" voice that all the vocal training in the world does not give one. I skipped school the day Elvis was filming "King Creole" in the French Quarter in New Orleans, hoping to catch a glimpse. I also attended several of his concerts. My mother continued as his life-long fan. When she died, my sister and I placed the Elvis postal stamps in her coffin. I, too, believe he would have evolved in his music much as an earlier poster wrote. Yesterday, I played his music and watched some of those god-awful movies of his and prayed that his soul is at peace. Thanks for allowing me a trip down memory lane.