no, Elvis isn't my father. . . but he and my father both share the same birthday. . . my father let me in on that little fact once in a last ditch effort to get me to remember the date. . . and today something in this foggy brain of mine clicked and I actually did. . . for years, he patiently celebrated his birthday a day late (my Dad -- not Elvis). Well, today I finally remembered your day. . . on your day. . .
although I'm fairly certain next year things will return to status quo. . .
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