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[upbeat music] Welcome to the next episode of our travel log series, Travels with Jared: In Search of America.

This is Chapter 1977.

Travels with Jared: In Search of America, Heavy Lies the Crown.

Last week, I was at Memphis with my son for a basketball tournament.

That's why this podcast is releasing this week a day late, but I'm almost caught up.

Don't worry.

Thank you for asking.

Never having been to Memphis before and knowing there was a three-hour break from basketball on Saturday, I wanted to go to Graceland, just like Paul Simon.

I had no idea what to expect, and this is how you knew, uh, that I grew up without a smartphone or the internet because I'm perfectly comfortable just rolling up somewhere and figuring things out.

So, sure, I could have researched everything there was to know about Graceland before I went, but where's the fun in that, people? What I did know before I arrived was the staggering cultural relevance, continued cultural relevance of the King of Rock and Roll, almost 50 years removed from his untimely death in 1977 at the age of just 42.

I was born later that same year.

I don't want to speculate, but maybe I am Elvis Presley reincarnated.

Think about it.

Anyway, everybody I talked to about my upcoming trip knew who Elvis was, even my kids, who don't know anything that happened before 2022.

They knew who Elvis was even though they didn't know anything about him.

One of the boys from my son's team actually wanted to go to Graceland with me.

That did not happen, but I appreciate the enthusiasm.

And everybody in or around my age that I told that I was going to Graceland was excited for me because they all basically said that Elvis was the man, an OG, as it were.

I remember when I was probably 10 that there was this kid in my class at school whose full name was Elvis Presley Lopes.

I am not making this up, and that was always staggering to me.

Not only did this kid's mom name her son after Elvis, she made Elvis his last name her son's middle name.

Now that's a dedicated fan base.

Even now, you can refer to Elvis without the use of his last name, and everybody knows who you're talking about.

He's on a one-name basis, and the recognition for Elvis Presley has to be right up there with Santa or Jesus.

Now, as I alluded to, I had no idea what to expect at Graceland.