Most of it dealt with his early life and upbringing in the Mississippi town of Tupelo, where he bought his first guitar and things like that. It was interesting, sad, and inspiring all at the same time.
It focused on the actual house he lived in, one of the cars that he had ridden in, and a statue of Elvis as a youth, a far different Elvis than what we remember in the latter stages of his career. I enjoyed walking around the grounds, thinking about his meteoric rise to fame and what all of that meant to him, his family, his friends, and the music industry itself.
Then two bus loads of Japanese tourists arrived, and I chose to quietly ease on down to the parking lot, get into my truck, and leave. Here are some photographs.
The historical marker
The visitor's center
The Young Elvis statue
The boyhood home
