I’m thinking I’ll stay in tonight. It’s been a long trip to get here, and I have no next move stored up. I’m thinking it might be best to stay in and get some dreaming done, see if anything fresh comes. I can see the pool from my window. I remember a story I heard about how, on tour, Elvis could never go outside for fear of getting mobbed. So he got in the habit of sending his road crew into hotel pools in his stead, and watched them from the balcony, shouting down, “What’s it like? What’s the water like? What’s it like now?” Apparently, before all that, Johnny Carson or one of those guys told him when he was very young, “Make sure you never stop going outside and being with people, no matter how big you get,” but Elvis either hadn’t understood or hadn’t known how.

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