Forty years ago last August, Ernie and I were married. A day later, we were in the beautiful Smoky Mountains at Gatlinburg.
I had never been, at least I don’t remember ever having been there. And I truly think I would have remembered the Elvis Museum.
There wasn’t much more than that in Pigeon Forge at the time ... perhaps the Muscle Car Museum. However, we were on the downhill of the muscle car era. I’m not so sure there would have been a museum yet.