Justin, when I was a kid in Nashville we once rented a house that was 3 doors down from one that Elvis owned. There were frequently well wishers cruising our street and he was hardly, hardly ever there. I remember the day a woman crashed her auto through the white picket fence and into the house in an attempt to meet him. Again, he wasn't even home!

We moved when our 6 month lease was up. My dad was looking for a better house and found one. Our street would of been a quiet little city street had it not been for Elvis' crash pad. Best wishes.
P.S. - I have a velvet Kenny Rogers that came from Tijuana and a rather good portrait of Clark Gable from the same place. I didn't buy them they were given to me. I've never been to Tijuana. Juarez, si.... I use the pictures on my sometimes TV shows. Clark Fable, commentator.
