Many of you may not know this.
My father was the young Elvis.
Yes, the Elvis.
Back in the forties and fifties when Elvis was creating his image he often spent time in this little family doing regular family stuff.
Like, pretending to be the guy who grew up to be my dad.
Just in case any of you thought I had an unexpected resemblance to Elvis.
Now you know why.
Handsome don’ t you think?
Thank you very much.