I’ll admit it, I love Elvis, especially the 1968-1973 Elvis, in Vegas, looking like the coolest guy who ever was. Elvis died thirty years ago today, and I remember it like it happened yesterday. My mother’s birthday is today, (Happy Birthday Mom!) and she was having some of her friends over for a party. In the middle of a fun August afternoon in 1977, the network news broke in and reported that Elvis had died. The birthday celebration turned somber. My mother’s generation was the one blown away by Elvis, the songs, the looks, the hips. I’ll never forget that afternoon.

Anyway, here is Elvis, at his absolute peak.

Powerline’s Scott Johnson shares his thoughts on Elvis.