So, I was in Norfolk, Virginia last summer, tracking down some leads on a certain cotton merchant. I asked quite a few questions, and am sure that I was followed back to my hotel by someone. I knew I shouldn't have walked.
BUT, this did not spook me, and I returned to ask a few more questions the very next day.
Much to my surprise, as I walked through the alley on the way back to my hotel, I spied some writing on one of the brick walls, in chalk. I shall try to recreate it, as someone quickly erased it while I ran to get my camera.
This is it, to the best of my recollection:
"Jacks name is known to some,
These people are discreet, but,
The secret lies with Elvis,
Elvis holds the secret."
This rattled me, until I spied a car wash just across the street, and working at the car wash, I found him: Elvis is alive, and working at the car wash.
To make a long story short, I now know who JTR was.
BUT, this did not spook me, and I returned to ask a few more questions the very next day.
Much to my surprise, as I walked through the alley on the way back to my hotel, I spied some writing on one of the brick walls, in chalk. I shall try to recreate it, as someone quickly erased it while I ran to get my camera.
This is it, to the best of my recollection:
"Jacks name is known to some,
These people are discreet, but,
The secret lies with Elvis,
Elvis holds the secret."
This rattled me, until I spied a car wash just across the street, and working at the car wash, I found him: Elvis is alive, and working at the car wash.
To make a long story short, I now know who JTR was.
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