I’m sitting here working on homework and listening to Elvis. More listening than working.

It’s amazing sometimes, when I really stop and think about it.

I’m listening to a recording (“An American Trilogy” from The Alternate Aloha) made over 36 years ago—before I was born—in Hawaii—a place I’ve never been—by a man I’ve never met—who has been dead for nearly as long as I’ve been alive.

Yet, the song, the music, still touches me.