Have you ever noticed that when you visit a bookstore, or peruse the shelves in those airport gift shops or anywhere else they sell books, it’s always the same novels…
Have you ever noticed that when you visit a bookstore, or peruse the shelves in those airport gift shops or anywhere else they sell books, it’s always the same novels…
There’s a moment in my novel, Last Bridge to Memphis, where the character of “Danny” (who is Elvis, still alive and kickin’ in the late 1980s), is having severe second…
Let’s travel back a few decades. It’s 1988. Memphis, Tennessee. The year begins cold and dreary. So cold and so snowy, in fact, many folks, unprepared for driving in it,…
This time of year you can’t escape it. Everywhere you go you’re hearing that legendary voice emerging from your Airpods or Bluetooth speaker, from your car radio or at the mall.
It can only mean one thing. If the King is singing about those blue snowflakes and those decorations of red, it’s definitely time to have a Blue Christmas with Elvis.
My blogging life goes back a ways. Truth be told, once upon a time when I toiled in media relations, I ghost wrote and managed one of the first major…