where were you when moment...

i was at the local grocery store with my mom. i was 7 years old. they announced it over the public address system. people were stunned into silence. my mom got really serious. it was probably my first experience with grief. elvis was a regular part of the fox residence. my dad would put on a stack of elvis records and work around the house. he had this big old tube amp and very large solid wood jensen speakers. that warm sound would envelop the entire house. that voice, that sound, the charisma visible in performance and films, provided some of the best memories of my life. elvis was important because he was experienced and enjoyed with people that were the most important to me, and he was important to them. i remember being confused and little unsure, but it was clear that these people believed that he was gone....