So there we were, at Graceland. I had convinced Gregory that it was absolutely necessary that we stop there on our way to Florida. The tour was pretty structured, and our group plodded along all the while tuned into the recorded program with our little headphones.

We were not given much time to really take it all in, and flash photography was not allowed inside. I wanted to linger and ponder the meaning of the various artifacts: such as..
-The curious poodle wallpaper in the parent's bathroom (why poodles?)
-The extremely strange white ceramic monkey in the TV room(why only one monkey, you usually see these things in sets of three)
-Nearly everything in the jungle room
-The black leather suit from the '68 special (other things to ponder there)
Wide-eyed, I tried to absorb all I could.

We were encouraged by the guides to keep it moving, and once we got outside, I noticed the glazed look in Gregg's eyes (which seemed to come from somewhere other than the glazed look in mine).

So I figured he might like to take some cute pictures of me looking at Elvis stuff like the swimming pool, the shooting range, the horsies, the graves
Didn't really work out that way.

When I had the film developed, I found the Graceland pictures right away as they all had his thumb,( or maybe a finger) in them.
Turns out that his approach to Graceland picture taking had been rather
Lackadaisical.

Once the shock and disappointment had worn off, I guess I realized that I would always have my memories....of Gregg and our 5 year marriage. I also learned an important lesson. Next time I am going to Graceland with Mindy Renee, and Katy.