It’s a new year and a new month and I always think of Elvis in January since his birth date was 1/8/1935. We were an Elvis family with me in the lead, although my mother didn’t mind hiding behind me in her swooning (she was born the same year as Elvis). I wrote this song after she died (August 16, 2023) – the same “day” that Elvis died.

This story is fictional but the photos are real. I miss those days more and more.

Photos:

Swimsuit beauties – my mother and her friends on Balboa Island, California. My novel “Letters on Balboa Island” is loosely based on those adventures.

My mother’s kids – my sister, brother, and me.

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