Friday, April 19, 3:00 a.m.: Here I am, flying to Memphis to spend a weekend with Elvis at his home. I can hardly believe it! I’m up in the air in more ways than one. What will it be like to spend an entire weekend—every waking...
Most any girl would have given the world to have been able to kiss Elvis Presley. Those sensuous lips were irresistible....
I miss you so this time of year. When summer days grow lazy and long . . . Elvis, I miss you most of all. When I dream I hear our love song . . ....
Rumors from Hollywood celebrities...
I’m partial to Joan Collins. As far as I’m concerned, she’s the best piece of lend-lease we’ve ever had from England. When Marlon Brando put on a tuxedo, it was the end of an era. And I wish those copy-cats in T-shirts would realize it....
Elvis Presley—that’s all we had been talking about for weeks at the electric store where I work as a typist. Not only was Elvis in my country, but he was in Bad Homburg, a few miles from my hometown Frankfurt. I wasn’t as crazy about Elvis...