I remember the day Elvis died. It was August 16, 1977 of course, and I was at my Aunt Marsha's in Windham, Maine. I was a few months away from turning 4 and I remember nothing else from that day. Is that weird to remember something when you're 4? I r
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I'm embarrassed to say it has been years since I've had my own site. I took the old one down because it was outdated so I redirected my domain to point to my Youtube channel. I have finally put together the site you're on now and I'm actually hap
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