Hi,
My name is Elvis Presley. I’m 21 years old and I live in Tupelo MS. I work for the Mississippi Department of Transportation as a surveyor. Since you have never heard of me I’d like to tell you a little about me. My high school sweetheart and I are going to be married this September. Her name is Rebecca but everyone calls her Becky.
My parents, Vernon and Gladys like Becky a lot and her parents like me. Becky teaches first grade here in Tupelo. The other day Becky told me she went to see one of those spiritual readers that you know have the crystal ball and look into your future.
The seer told Becky she was going to be very happy in her marriage and that she would have a bunch of kids. This sounded so good that I decided to pay this lady fortune teller, who called herself “The Mystic Lady”, a visit.
It was kind of spooky when I entered the room. It was quite dark with small blue lights in the ceiling. A burning candle rested on a small table next to the crystal ball. Small statues of strange figures were scattered throughout the room. A scent of incense filled the air.
The lady told me that I could have been a very famous person had I gone into the music field. She said she could see audiences applauding for me in two different cities, Las Vegas and Hollywood. She said I would have become very rich and married a beautiful woman.
As she gazed into the crystal ball though her expression suddenly changed. She said she could see dark clouds moving in. She said my marriage to the beauty had ended and that other problems like my health had come into focus. Finally she said that I probably made the right decision not to enter the music field and that she could see me living a long and happy life as a regular normal human being.
I guess we’ll never really know how my life would have turned out had I become say a famous singer and a Hollywood movie star? Anyway I’m happy being Elvis Presley, the surveyor.
And if you ever happen to pass through Tupelo don’t forget to look up us Presley’s. Momma, Daddy, Becky and me. Oh yeah, almost forgot Duke, he’s our little old “Hound Dog.”
Sincerely,
Elvis Presley
story by Larry Blong
