He was standing out front of Twice-Sold Tales at the intersection of Broadway and John tonight at 10pm, looking at books on the cheap racks, when Viv and I walked past on our way home from the silent movie tonight.
He was wearing a red Red Top Taxi work shirt with a name patch that clearly read “Elvis”.
It was the Vegas Elvis, but not fat: big ol’ burns, aviator shades.
Alas, no camera. Just down the street was his Red Top shuttlevan, park lights blinkin’.
It seems clear to me that he was takin’ care of business. Uh-hunh.