My paternal Grandma's family has run a cut flower business and greenhouses in this area for over one hundred years and going strong. Whenever Elvis would come to town, the guy would clean out the supply of budding roses, hundreds of the damned things. He snacked on rose hips and this was one of his stocking up points when heading north and east out of his native stomping grounds. He was one odd dude.
One of my female cousins always delivered flowers to the hotel he stayed at, she was a huge fan. She would pull up with the boxes, one of the "Memphis Mafia" would inspect them, she'd sign off on them and away the flowers would go. The year before he dies she turns up to deliver the flowers. Same routine, except a car pulls up from the other way, blocking her in. She's ticked because it's late, she's got 20 miles one way and it's hotter than the hinges of Hell. She signs off and is ready to unload on the driver when she finds herself face to face with Elvis and his crew. She drops dead away in a faint. The bunch of them get her revived and when she comes to, she sees Elvis again and out she goes!
When she finally gets her wits about her one of Elvis's crew tells her to wait, they've got something for her. She's figuring it's probably a wavier. A guy comes out with a Manila envelope. They've hooked her up, two primo tickets for the next night's show waiting at the "Will Call", (The thing had been sold out for months, it's good to be the King.), autographed photo's and programs, and her name on the guest list to get backstage. She and her sister went they had a blast.
I couldn't stand Elvis up until that time because most of his local fans were a bunch of older redneck greasers who guys like myself, high-browed long-haired rednecks, were always butting heads with in the early/mid 70's. (Pretty damned silly, eh?) I still didn't care for his fans, but from then on, Elvis was o.k. in my book. Anyone who does my favorite cousin a solid is alright with me.
We still give her the biz about her fainting fit, but that's what family is for. I should give her a call for the anniversary. She, her sister, my Mom, and my Aunt, (Dad's sister), all rabid Elvis fans, went down for the 5th Anni., an adventure that's still legendary in both families. Anyone need any Elvis Dirt?