It was Elvis Presley’s birthday this past Wednesday; many have mourned Elvis since the day he died.  I’m sure Elvis was a perfectly lovely person.

A musician I admired, Phil Lynott of Thin Lizzy fame, wrote a song about Elvis, “King’s Call.”  It starts like this:

“It was a rainy night, the night the king went down…”

My phone just rang.  It was the king.  Winter Carnival King of 1951, that is.

Last night was a rainy night in Lisbon Falls.  The King said something about the roof and the rain.

I’ve gotta go.  The King has called.