I was 19 and my summer job (between semesters) was working for the local county’s highway maintenance garage (picture picking up trash, burying roadkill, flag man for road construction, cutting roadside Canada thistles with a scythe…good honest work). The garage’s tradition was at the end of the season, the summer students put on a picnic for the full-timers.
So the four of us youngsters were preparing the grill, sides and beers (one could legally drink at 18 in WI back then) for the crew when the news came over the radio someone had brought out for the music. The old-timers reminisced, and us students just thought okay so when do we start the burgers?
Full disclosure: not an Elvis fan generally. However I think my favorite is ‘in the ghetto’ but I’m partial to tragic ballads.
So the four of us youngsters were preparing the grill, sides and beers (one could legally drink at 18 in WI back then) for the crew when the news came over the radio someone had brought out for the music. The old-timers reminisced, and us students just thought okay so when do we start the burgers?
Full disclosure: not an Elvis fan generally. However I think my favorite is ‘in the ghetto’ but I’m partial to tragic ballads.
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