If Elvis were alive today at 89, he’d be that endearing mix of legend and old-times charm. He’d still make you smile, still make you want to shake your hips, even if his knees creaked. He’d be the guy in the front row of the early bird special at the Golden Corral, scarfing down deep-fried everything and winking at the grandmas.
And the best part? He’d still leave the building—just maybe with a cane and a request for the early-bird discount. Long live the King, even at 89. Because some things, like a good hip swivel and a love for peanut butter, never get old.
