When I was a kid growing up in Pilsen during the 60s and early 70s there was an Elvis look-alike who sold soft ice cream from an ice cream truck. His son would help him, and he too looked like Elvis. They were the Mexican Elvi.
Their obsidian hair was slicked back, like Elvis, with sweet smelling grease bottled for and sold to the cools.
I expected them to swing their hips and convulse their lips in a slow rock and roll rhythm while they gave me my change for the twenty five cent cone that quickly melted from the stagnant July heat.
How is that for one long sentence?
It is funny how the mind remembers things that have rested in lost crevices of one's memories for decades. I thought about the Ice Cream Elvi while watching this video tonight.I am not a devoted fan of Elvis, still, I think he was one heck of a cool cat. He was a great performer.
So, on the 1st day of Christmas (I know, I know, it begins on the 25th, but I make my own rules) I give you the gift of another Elvi, the singing Elvis.
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