"So we made plans to go to a local football game, and a Greyhound bus pulled up in Graceland so we all got in, wives, girlfriends, everyone. We watched the game, had a great time. Before the end of it, Elvis wanted to leave, so the bus was now en route to Graceland when suddenly there was a railroad crossing, and a train stopped there, so we couldn't advance. Elvis opens the door of the bus, there is no one outside, very dark, ghetto territory, so Elvis keeps walking alone, goes through between two train cars, so I followed him, and we finally see a liquor store, with eight African American middle aged men seated on the curb drinking. He walks up to each one, introduces himself as Elvis Presley and then asks, "Does any one of you have a car"? One guy says that he does, he stands up and says, "Yes, I do", so now Elvis asks him if he can take us to Graceland. It was a very old Olds, with no windows. Elvis gets in, and off we go, me, Elvis, and three of the eight guys, to Graceland. En route, he said he would give them 100 bucks, but he had no money, and neither did I, or so I thought. Once we got to Graceland, they honked, but the guard does not recognize the car, so he goes back into the gate. Elvis stick his head out the window frame, orders the guy to open the gates. And then, what does Elvis do next? He takes the three African American guys he just met through a personal, midnight tour of Graceland. After that, he gives each a hundred dollars, the three bills I had in my pocket, all along, but didn't remember having. That was Elvis Presley..."