Presley died 48 years old this week. The night he died, my parents, my three siblings and I got washed out of a KOA campground in Lake Placid, NY. We packed up the tent in a torrential downpour at 2am and piled into our car and hoofed it out of there towards Vermont. The first half hour on the radio was one Elvis song after another, commercial-free. I remember thinking, hmm, I didn’t know Elvis was so huge in NY state. Then the DJ came on and explained to listeners like me that the King was dead.