Done! The end!” Regis was standing unsteadily in the doorway to his office with a glass of Scotch in his hand when Elvis came hobbling up the stairs the next morning. Regis looked like he had been drinking since daybreak; so much for the resolutions of newfound love. “What the devil is wrong with you, man?” Elvis limped up to Regis and made a grab for his glass of booze, but Regis swung it away, spilling half its contents in the process. “I tell you, it’s over!” Regis yanked a folded Los Angeles Times out of his jacket pocket and thrust it in front of Elvis’s face. “Read all about it! You both made the front page, big guy!” Elvis grabbed the paper and limped over to the window. The lead story was about the FBI’s preliminary report on the Birmingham church bombing and the second lead was about President Kennedy’s upcoming visit to Dallas; sandwiched in between were two short news columns. The one on the left was headlined “The King Surfaces: Elvis at Sparks Rodeo Benefit.”
