This ‘n’ that

I get to be semi-lazy today, because these items were all handed to me by friends.

First, I refer you back to my Elvisible post. Those photographs were taken by Alfred Wertheimer, and published in a book called “Elvis ’56: In the Beginning.” Denro points out an article in Vanity Fair called Elvis at 21, about a traveling exhibit of Wertheimer photos.

Next, SamJay notes an unusual auto accident of sorts, near Boston, where a Ferrari fell off a truck. I have to say, it’s hard to feel bad for somebody who can afford a car that costs almost a quarter of a million. Ernie Boch, Jr. inherited a chain of car dealerships from his father, the late Ernie Boch, who was one of the richest men in Massachusetts and was well known for his sales pitch “Come on down!” Boch Jr.’s vocation may be cars, but his avocation is blues guitar, and he has a Boston-based band called Ernie and the Automatics. My one experience with a Boch dealership, in ’02, wasn’t good. The guy handling the loan left us for over half an hour, and when I got fed up and found him, he was just shooting the breeze with someone. Then he botched the paperwork, as we found out when he sent a FedEx package to us a few days later. After I took care of that he failed to follow through on something he promised he would do.

This last item is by far the most personal. tastewar forwarded a link about a stack of old love letters that were found in London.

It’s a lovely, somewhat tragic story, but I have to question the motive and judgment behind its publication. I am assuming that Anna left the letters behind unintentionally. If neither she nor her lover from long ago agreed to have their romance revealed, then why was it? And aren’t I just compounding the offense right now? I’ll justify it with the references in the article to the Beatles and Swinging London.