In honor of the day, I have to relate a story...
My husband and I have camped our whole life together; many years of which have been with a large group of friends. This group is not a tea-totalling (sp?) group, and at times can be ... interesting. One particular trip, I had enough and went to bed (at this point in a pop-up, not a tent), but my husband and his buddies stayed up, which was fine with me. About 3AM, I was awakened by my husband in the pop up yelling 'Honey! I saw Elvis!!' Ever since it's been a comedic point.
RIP Elvis - you were one in a million!
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