๐ถ Those Days: A rock-n-roll story requested by my friend, BBQ Bud - a diehard fan.
It's July 1977 in Memphis, TN, and I was playing on the sidewalk with my Hot Wheels and Barbies while my mama was pulling weeds in the front flower beds. It was hot as Hades. And Paul Davis is singing "I Go Crazy" on the little battery-operated radio sitting on top of my dad's blue Chevy Chevelle SS -- life is good.
A big, long black car pulls up and stops in front of the sidewalk where I was playing. I look to my mama, and she stands up to see what the fuss was all about. The passenger roles down his window and speaks to me.
"How are you, he said, "I see you playin' out here every time I drive by and wanted to say, "Hi, darlin. You remind me of my lil Buttonhead when she was your age."
Now mind you, back then, I was a shy little girl, and he was a strange man in a big, long black car. I'm told that I ran to my mama, she picked me up and we walked back down the yard to greet the passenger. Apparently, he apologized if he had scared me, but wanted to say "Hi" since I was so cute and he missed those days with his own daughter.
Mama later told me his girlfriend Ginger Alden lived down the street, and he was a frequent traveler in front of our house. Like every warm-blooded women, Mama had a crush on him and we'd watch his movies together.
A month after he stopped to say "Hi" he passed away. To this day, I love watching old movies --and, this one, Girls! Girls! Girls! is a fav.
What's your fav memory of The King of Rock-n-Roll?