My father was a
carpenter from Arkansas,
across the river from Tennessee.
Around 1954-5 he was hired to
work on a big construction
site in Memphis with with
many people he didn't know.
This included a young truck
driver who had recorded a couple
of songs that became local hits.
Now, dad was a fan of good
old-fashioned country/western
music & didn't care much for
this new noisy rock-and-roll stuff.
So he had no idea how
big rock was going to get,
nor did he imagine that this kid
named Elvis would become the
most famous musician in the world.
