Don McLean, in his classic "American Pie", appropriately points to February 3, 1959 as "the day the music died". That's the day of the plane crash that took the lives of Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper.
But August 16, 1977 will always be remembered as the day that the King Of Rock and Roll died.
Thirty years ago today ( Thursday, August 16), I was working in Disneyland's Plaza Pavillion Central Kitchen. I was working in the "prep" area, getting pork tenderloin orders ready for later cooking.
It was a fairly normal, busy summertime Thursday afternoon. Someone across the table was slicing roast beef, and another was cutting and bagging pineaplle spears for the Tiki Juice Bar.
Our kitchen radio was tuned to KRTH 101, which in those days played a mix of then-top 40 tunes, and oldies. As I recall it was around 2:20 PM when they gave us the news....that Elvis had died.
If you ever saw the episode of MASH where Radar announced the death of Colonel Blake, the scene just after we got the word was similar to that. We all fell silent for a moment in disbelief, then without a word we went back to our work.
Finally, I finished my prep and put my work into the
walk-in refrigerator. One of the other cooks finally spoke up and said..."the King has died, and all you can do is think about your pork?".
We all chuckled. But it was still a sad moment for all of us back then.
Remembrances or thoughts?