Granite State of Mind

Hail to The King: Elvis woke me from a slumber I didn’t know I was in

Friday, June 16, 2017 Rob Azevedo 1
In August 1977, things changed. The King died. Elvis Presley himself. And at seven years old, I had no clue who Elvis Presley was. But when the Boston Sunday Globe arrived to our home the week he died, I remember picking through the remains of the paper after my father and older brother, Mike, tore through the metro region, sports, travel and editorial sections like two animals tugging at the same side of beef. READ MORE