Gone to Graceland

I'm in Memphis with two wonder pharmaceutical reps whose names are withheld to protect the innocent. We have time between talks and swing by Graceland. We don't have time to take the tour but I hear it's the gawdiest place on Earth. One of the ladies tells me she knew someone who was the plumber at Graceland who was called out to remove the toilet The King expired upon. I asked if it was for sentimental reasons but she said it was looking for forensic evidence. Let your imagination run on that a while. The other rep tells me Monday at lunch her neighbor's car hasn't moved in a month and they haven't heard from him and she's worried. Then I see her at suppertime and she tells me, "Good news, my neighbor is alive." It takes a second to recount the context. Memphis is a scary place so missing folks suggest foul play. Anyway I hear some good blues down on Beale Street, amazing for a Monday night and all in all a great 2 day distraction. Will write again before and after surgery June 25th. Continued thanks for all the support, prayers and blessings. Lane