Many years ago, an acquaintance asked me a surprising question: “Wasn’t Elvis Presley’s life a tragedy?”
Elvis and I had a long relationship—although he never knew anything about it. I began listening to his music as a teenager in 1956. I loved Elvis. His music brought me joy and optimism, and because it did, I willingly gave him a tremendous amount of my attention. Over the years, that attention taught me a great deal.