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Thirty years ago, Elvis died. I remember I had spent the afternoon fishing with my mom out at Bilby's Marina on Lake Bridgeport. (I had figured out you could use a tiny hook, bait is with some big old bug, and just float it on the water and catch as many perch as you want - but I soooooo digress.)
But we got back in the car around 4:00 or so in the afternoon and we heard the news before we had driven a quarter of a mile. My mom was completely shocked. It really didn't mean that much to me because I was just a kid. I just thought he was pretty old to have been 42.
