Yesterday, while shopping at Giant, I ran into Elvis. The life-sized cardboard image, a painting not a photo, was holding a Reese's chocolate product. Think about this masterful marketing. Peanut butter and Elvis. Can the food debauchery of any celebrity have a closer relationship?
It made me want to grab some Reese's and travel with the thousands on their way to Mississippi, whether they can spell the state or not. To Tupelo, a musical sounding town in its own right. To a little shack where The Elvis was born. A mecca of sorts, as the 30th anniversary of E's death nears.
It made me want to grab some Reese's and travel with the thousands on their way to Mississippi, whether they can spell the state or not. To Tupelo, a musical sounding town in its own right. To a little shack where The Elvis was born. A mecca of sorts, as the 30th anniversary of E's death nears.
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