My dad was the last one to the table as we waited patiently. When he passed by my mom's seat, he tossed two objects down on her yet-to-be-filled plate. As all three of us kids looked and inquired about these strange two things that brought my mom such joy...whaalaa - tickets to see Elvis! 
Tragically, he died within a few weeks of this surprise. My buddy Anthony Norton threw his skateboard in the air and it struck a telephone pole and broke a wheel. The death of Elvis caused much pain in our neighborhood and in my home.
Today that happened 30 years ago.
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Krissie's dad had tickets to see Elvis in Huntington, but he died right before that. Instead of holding on to them, he got his $10 back.
Since Shirley doesn't allow comments on her blog, tell her that one doesn't really have to worry about hurricanes too much in Kentucky. Ice storms, yes...the occasional tornado or flash flood...but not the full wrath of a hurricane.
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