Blog: Frontier Psychiatrist

Young Elvis My relationship with Elvis Presley was forged during my fifth year of college. Yes, I was one of those.  After quarter beer night at CJ’s bar, I came home, buzzed on Natty Light and jukebox Fugazi, to a house empty of roommates. I sprawled across the living room sofa, eyes on our velvet Elvis picture – a Fat Elvis, with a tear running down his chubby cheek and too many rhinestones on his jumpsuit. The picture seemed designed for my derision. I had heard Elvis’s songs in restaurants and on elevators, but I was [...]