America Inside Out.

I'd invited my friend John - razor intellect, gamma-ray eyeballs - to drive across America with me, to take a trip into America, but John was immobilized by difficulties with his teeth. "Elvis", confides the voice of John Stamos in my headset, "watched news, sports, variety shows, and situation comedies." The Elvis-ness of Elvis. Across Elvis Presley Boulevard is the other Graceland, the blue-gray complex of buildings where you can gorge your imagination on the Grand Canyon-size posthumousness of Elvis. [Extracted from the article]