Just after midnight on June twenty-fourth, nineteen seventy-seven, Elvis Presley stepped off a plane in Madison, Wisconsin. He had just finished a draining show in Des Moines, and every part of him felt the weight of exhaustion. Still, even in those final months of his life, his instincts remained sharp. As his limousine moved quietly through the sleeping city, he sat in the back seat, weary but alert, unaware that he was moments away from revealing a side of himself few ever saw.
Just after midnight on June twenty-fourth, nineteen seventy-seven, Elvis Presley stepped off a plane in Madison, Wisconsin. He had just finished a draining show in Des Moines, and every part…