When my sister was in high school, she was smitten with one of my brother’s musician friends – a phlebotomist by day and an Elvis impersonator by night. He was obsessed with the King and dressed like him, walked like him, talked liked him and sang his little heart out like him. Christa (my sister) swooned every time he called her “little darlin’, and he was a source of unlimited entertainment at our backyard picnics during the summer months. When…..
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