The thing that I loved the most was the rock fence that went around it. If that fence could only talk, the stories I am sure it could tell. My mother-in- law grew up in Memphis. She says that a group of her and her friends would go to Graceland and sit across the street and wait for Elvis to walk down the driveway to the mailbox. He would wave at them and get the mail and walk back up the drive. 
Monday, October 29, 2007
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Wouldn't Elvis just turn over in his grave if he knew what a nutjob his kid turned out to be?
Really great pictures Kris!
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