Elvis' House

This morning I went to see Elvis' house -- not Graceland, but the house he grew up in as a boy.  This is much cooler.

They turned his house into a Tourist Campus!!!!  There is a museum (and of course, gift shop) around the original house, well, it looks like they painted it since he lived there.  There was a cool swing in front that I could sit and swing on.  The security guy who was there didn't even yell at me.

Sitting in front of Elvis' childhood home in Tupelo, MS

There were all sorts of German tourists there, so I was careful to stay close to my dad.  Anyways, there was this one German woman who was crying at this sign:

In front of Elvis sign.  Tupelo, MS

I saw an Elvis statue.  He looked pretty creepy.  This was a statue of the super young Elvis, not the fat one.  I suppose all the fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches he ate at Johnny's turned him into fat Elvis!

Me with the creepy super young Elvis statue at Tupelo, MS

The gift shop had all sorts of Elvis things.  I got a few postcards that I sent out to my most loyal ZackAttackAcrossAmerica followers.  I even sent a post card with the peanut butter/banana sandwich recipe to Uncle Jimbo!  I'm sure he will love that!  In the gift shop, there was an old woman who I asked if she was Elvis' mom, but she said she wasn't.

Now it is off to the Buffalo ranch!