A reporter once asked Elvis a simple question, the kind meant to spark a charming answer. “Elvis, I spoke to a woman yesterday who said you were the most beautiful person she had ever seen. So tell me, who is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen?” Elvis didn’t hesitate. He didn’t smile for the cameras or pause for effect. He answered with the honesty of a child who never forgot where he came from. “My mother,” he said, his voice steady and sure, as if any other name would have been unthinkable.
A reporter once asked Elvis a simple question, the kind meant to spark a charming answer. “Elvis, I spoke to a woman yesterday who said you were the most beautiful…