1977 was probably the most unforgettable summer of my life. I graduated high school in June, saw "Star Wars" around that time, there was a huge blackout in July, Son of Sam was all over the news all summer, Elvis died in August, and I started college in September. It was crazy. And, oh yeah, it was as HOT AS HELL that summer, too.
My Mum is obsessed with Elvis she always reminds the family on the anniversary of his death as if we care
. She'd probably forget my birthday before she would forget the day of his death
