Elvis finally called again this morning. It's been a while since I have heard from him. He said that some maniac fans caught his scent so he has had to lay low but that it has killed him not to be able to communicate with me. Said he had a nice toast to himself on the anniversary of his "passing" last week. We had a good chuckle at everyone's expense. He is still anonymously contributing to today's music scene, mostly back-up singing and a little guitar here and there. No plans right now for us to be able to see each other until Christmas at Graceland. I hope his Christmas disguise this year isn't Jesus again, the sex was awkward, to say the least.