Yes, the King. THE King.When Charlie and I went to San Antonio some years back, I talked him into detouring to Tupelo, Mississippi to see Elvis’ birthplace. This was mostly because my pal, Pat, loves Elvis, but partly because I always liked the boy, especially when he was young.
Imagine my delight when I found it was not just a house, it was a tiny house!
Nothing to do but go in.
The docent said the house dated from the time when people did most of their living outdoors and a house was just a shelter to eat and sleep in. Two tiny rooms: a bedroom/sitting room and a kitchen.
And badda-bing, badda-boom, I was out the back door.
This has been part of Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors link-up. Head on over there and see where everybody else has been.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about a character who comes from humble beginnings and becomes mega-million rich.