Today is my 64th birthday. Had he lived, Elvis Presley would be 78 years old today. Sharing a birthday with Elvis has been interesting. My mother loved Elvis so she never forgot my birthday.
As I got older, I could avoid the subject of my age by reminding people that it was Elvis’s birthday too and he would be “xx” years old. These days, who cares? Next year I will qualify for the senior discounts that require you to be 65 years of age. Ten years after that I will be allowed to keep my shoes on and wear a lightweight jacket through airport security. There are perks that go along with getting older.
A couple of months ago I had extensive dental work done at the urging of my dentist, spending more money than the cost of a new car. The result was supposed to be a mouthful of teeth that would last the rest of my life. Instead, I have been in excruciating pain every day since the work was done. My dentist has found many excuses for this, none being her fault. She now wants to refer me to another dentist. I had planned to visit the dentist yesterday or today but decided against it. Elvis had a dental visit the day before he died. Just saying. So, I am taking another day off from my dental woes and enjoying my birthday through the codeine-induced haze in which I now live due to dental pain. I opt not to tempt fate and share another event with Elvis. Here is the last photo taken of Elvis, leaving his dentist’s office, the day before his death in 1977.
Rest in peace Elvis.