Elvis Recycles

In a strange turn of events, Kat Tattoo, The Ghostwriter, and I decided at 1:30am that it would be a good idea to go to the candlelight vigil at Graceland. I had never been before, and never really thought I would want to go, but it seems forces beyond my control were pulling me there.

After parking the car, it only took me a second to realize why this event was so important.

Elvis recycles!

There was a recycle bin two feet from our parking spot. As we walked through the throngs of people, I saw a recycle bin next to every trash can. And you know what? They were all full. No trash or stray bottles anywhere.



Now of course this begs the question, Why recycle bins at Graceland but nowhere else in Memphis? Because it is Elvis' house? Because there is lots of media? Because people from out of town are more likely to recycle?

I'd really like to know.

For now, I'm just happy to know that it is possible to do something like this. In Memphis.

But I didn't spend my whole evening--early morning actually--recycling. No, in true David Sedaris stalker fashion, I spent the bulk of the evening telling each and every Elvis that I was glad that he really wasn't dead.

Kat Tattoo spent the evening--early morning actually--perfecting her "two in the pink, one in the stink" pose.

The Ghostwriter spent the evening--early morning actually--pretending like he was the world's most fantastic photographer. (I have to admit that his photos have come a long way since October.)


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