John Kitsco

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In my dream, Elvis came over for a visit, walked into the kitchen. I asked Elvis if he wanted a toast with peanut butter. He nodded, then said, Thankyou, Thankyou, Thankyou very much. Yup.
That was the King. In our house!!

And he sat down on the couch as I rattled the ivory of our old piano. I started to play the melody of
ARE YOU LONESOME TONIGHT. Elvis looked up and started to sing, The famous voice of Elvis.
That was the King.  And yes, in our house!!

But how could this be. Its 2011 and Elvis has been
gone all these years. Wait a minute. Something is very wrong here. And then I realize, its a dream. Just a dream. The King has left the building.

But what if this had not been a dream. What if it were real? And why would Elvis cross the border into Canada on a cold winter night for peanut butter on toast?

Well, let me tell you. The dream seemed so real, as did Elvis and just maybe Elvis came over to leave a present only a time traveller could possibly leave -
and that being the simple request: Please don't forget me!! And we shall not forget you Sir....

Thankyou, Thankyou, Thankyou very much....