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Global News
06-05-2025
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Calgary Flames' mascot Harvey the Hound on the ballot for the 2025 Mascot Hall of Fame
His bio on this year's list of nominees describes him as happy-go-lucky, hard working, hopeless at times, hungry at most and huggable. Calgary Flames mascot Harvey the Hound is one of 28 mascots, from the world of professional and college sports, in the running for a spot in the Mascot Hall of Fame. View image in full screen Harvey the Hound stops by the Calgary Humane Society for a medical check up in September 2019. Global News The first-ever NHL mascot, since joining the Flames in 1983, Harvey is the only nominee from the National Hockey League on this year's ballot and the sole nominee from a Canadian-based sports team. Story continues below advertisement Calling him 'one of the most recognizable mascots in all of the professional sports,' Harvey's bio says his favourite song is 'Hound Dog' by Elvis Presley, his favourite book is Hound of the Baskervilles and his favourite television show is Scooby Doo. View image in full screen Calgary Flames mascot Harvey the Hound gestures to a fan during an NHL game in Calgary in November 2019. Brett Holmes/Icon Sportswire via Getty Images Voting by members of the hall of fame executive committee and members of the general public will take place between May 11 and May 24 with the winners to be announced in June. Get breaking National news For news impacting Canada and around the world, sign up for breaking news alerts delivered directly to you when they happen. Sign up for breaking National newsletter Sign Up By providing your email address, you have read and agree to Global News' Terms and Conditions and Privacy Policy Historically, between two and four mascots are inducted each year. Harvey is hoping to join two other NHL mascots who are already in the hall of fame: the Montreal Canadiens (and former Montreal Expos) mascot Youppi, and Tommy Hawk from the Chicago Blackhawks. View image in full screen Harvey the Hound joins the Global Calgary morning team broadcast to help with the weather forecast on February 16 2024. Global News More information on Harvey and all the other nominees this year is available on the Mascot Hall of Fame website. Story continues below advertisement
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05-05-2025
- Entertainment
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Short fiction: A middle-aged man quits his job to become an Elvis Presley impersonator
Karthik caressed the fabric as if it were the cheek of a loved one. He used the back of his palm, allowing the cloth to shift and slide against his fingers, pulling his hand away guiltily when he noticed the grime beneath his fingernails. Sheathed in plastic, the outfit hung at the back of an olive-green Godrej cupboard, tucked to the right and out of sight. He should have washed his hands. He hoped it still glimmered the way it had when he had set eyes on it a little over a decade ago at Chagganlal Dresswallah's store in Juhu. It had felt like a summoning, his eyes settling on a corner of its sleeve as it peeked out from a waving mass of hot pink and turquoise. It had cost more than his monthly salary at the time, and he remembered the salesman stifling a bored smile as he handed over the clothes and pointed to a cashier at the front of the store. What could a dark-skinned boy want an Elvis Presley costume for? He could have his answer today, Karthik thought grimly, if they were to meet. Pushing the outfit aside as he reached for a plaid shirt, he recalled the first time he had heard the voice of the King. It was 'Love Me Tender', requested in all probability by some teenager on Saturday Date, the radio show he used to tune into religiously, the way their Christian neighbours went to church on Sundays. He remembered how surprisingly crisp it had sounded in his one-room apartment, pouring out of a new Murphy set that glowed dimly in their poorly lit room. That was when his father was still around, months before he disappeared into the dusty sands of Bahrain, lost either to an industrial accident or the arms of another woman. Karthik would never know because his mother never mentioned her husband again. All that remained of him were two sweaters – his other clothing exchanged for steel utensils – and a faded wedding photograph placed within the folds of a fancy sari she would never wear. His father must have purchased the radio as one of those final displays of largesse – overcompensation for an inability to connect with his wife and son. Other memories rose gently to the surface as Karthik buttoned up his shirt: talent competitions at school, Diwali parties at the office, his arm swirling in imaginary circles as he went down on one knee while miming Presley's hits. The lyrics to 'Hound Dog' came to mind and the more obscure 'Promised Land'. Then, the reactions to his impressions, silent astonishment giving way to laughter and derision. He stopped dressing and breathed heavily. Elvis Presley had died in 1977, and no one would stand the idea of him being resurrected by a South Indian impersonator. That wouldn't stop him, though, no matter how much they laughed. It was all he had left. The sounds of Kalina rushed in from the outside as if a window was suddenly flung open. He would be late if he didn't leave quickly. To think of the past was an exercise in frustration, he reminded himself, shutting the cupboard and getting on with the business of living. Walking into his office at KC & Sons Bathroom Fittings in Lower Parel an hour later, he felt his shoulders droop in a familiar fashion. They fell in step with how time always appeared to slow down within these premises, taking on the texture of molasses. The company had moved to the area decades before large malls and fine dining restaurants appeared, at a time when everyone would drive past that dismal corner of Bombay without stopping. Now, KC & Sons owned the building. Moving into his cubicle, Karthik turned on his computer and double-clicked the day's first Excel sheet. Voices rose and fell around him, conversations broken by a loud remark or an inappropriate joke. He didn't look up. He had no illusions of how dispensable his role in the accounts department was, but it was all he had known. This was where he had worked for almost three decades now, the first company he had applied to after graduating with a degree in commerce. It allowed his mother to finally stop running a tiffin service to pay for his education. He had spent years with his eyes fixed on columns and rows. Colleagues, who had long moved to better jobs, would ask him about girlfriends or an arranged marriage, then stopped joking about his sexuality when it became apparent that he was happy to share a room with just his mother and a music collection. The day wore on, like a thousand others before it, where nothing happened. Ten minutes before 5 pm, Karthik walked into the manager's office to announce his resignation. There was a surprise because he had offered no warning signs. He was as reliable as the furniture, a blind spot meant to stay until retirement before fading away with an engraved watch and a framed certificate of appreciation. He gave no reasons and politely refused to reconsider. A notice period of a month would have to be served, and he acquiesced, smiling half-heartedly as he walked out. None of the sights or sounds on the ride home registered as he thought about the rest of his evening. It had been three months since his mother passed, snatched away along with millions of others by a virus that had laughed in the faces of those it left behind. Their corner of the world had always been joyless, but the gloom seemed to deepen after her absence. He lay awake on most nights in the weeks that followed, staring at the ceiling as shadows cast by passing cars flitted across the paint. Where there should have been loneliness or a hint of abandonment, there was only emptiness, like a stomach grown accustomed to the lack of food. The only bright thing lay in his cupboard, waiting to be set free. Unlocking the door, Karthik stepped inside and began undoing his shirt. He thought about rumours from the 1980s of Elvis being alive and appearing at fast-food restaurants across America. The sightings had died down in the years since. There had never been a resurrection reported from Asia. Stepping out of his trousers, he placed them on the back of a chair and waited as his eyes adjusted to the dark room. He then walked in his socks and underwear, his upper lip curling slowly upwards. 'Wise men say,' he hummed, 'only fools rush in …' Opening the cupboard, he reached for the outfit and removed its covering sheet. The shirt and trousers were white, with gold sequins stitched onto every inch. They didn't shine as brightly as he remembered them but still twinkled in the reflected streetlight, distracting him into silence. Shutting the steel door, he put them on slowly and stood before the mirror, squinting as he tied the cape. The dark glasses would go on later, with mascara and whitening cream purchased a week ago. Turning to his stereo system that stood in a corner, Karthik reached for a cassette from the top of a pile. He knew what it was from where it had been placed the night before. Sliding it in, he pressed play and turned up the volume before walking back to the mirror. Outside, the late evening had begun its slow shuffle into another restless night, the streets thinning out and emptying like water from a cracked plastic bottle as neighbours and stragglers walked home. Karthik closed his eyes and shut it all out, creating a bubble of silence in which he alone lay cocooned. He imagined thousands of lights going down and a spotlight waiting for him at the centre of his room. Stepping into it lightly, he threw up one hand. He could die. But Elvis would live.
Yahoo
21-03-2025
- Entertainment
- Yahoo
Local Rock-n-Roll Hall of Famer Jimi Hendrix receives state's highest medal
This story was originally published on From a young boy raised in poverty in Seattle to close out the original Woodstock Music Festival in 1969 to landing in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1992, 2025 marks the year Jimi Hendrix receives the Washington State Medal of Merit and Valor. According to a press release from Washington State's Secretary of State Steve Hobbs, the posthumous honor was awarded to Hendrix as a 'national and international recognition.' Hendrix started playing guitar at 15 after finding a discarded ukulele with only one string. He taught himself how to play by ear, and one of the first songs he learned was Elvis Presley's 'Hound Dog.' Twelve years later, at the age of 27, Hendrix passed away after a night of partying. In his short time performing, he rose to be one of the greatest and most influential guitarists in history and has accumulated a library of awards and recognitions, including a nUSPS commemorative postage stamp. Secretary of State Steve Hobbs, Governor Bob Ferguson, Lt. Governor Denny Heck, and State Representative Sharon Tomiko Santos presented the awards to Hendrix and four members of the Department of Ecology. 'These five worthy recipients are the best of Washington and well deserving of our highest awards,' Hobbs said. 'They represent the good people of our state through their actions, their impact, and their inspiration for Washington, the nation, and the world. We are forever grateful for their contributions.' Hendrix was posthumously awarded the Medal of Merit for his outstanding service to Washington. Alex Hernandez, Lisa Stingley, Dave Thompson, and Jon Tollstrup received the Medal of Valor for their courageous actions on October 3, 2024. While working on a litter crew for the Department of Ecology, they rescued a woman from a burning vehicle after she crashed on the side of the highway. Despite the risk to their own safety, they extinguished the flames and forced open the driver's door, pulling her to safety just before the fire engulfed the car. The Medal of Merit honors those who have given a lifetime of service to the people of Washington, while the Medal of Valor recognizes individuals who have risked their lives to save another person. The Medal of Valor cannot be awarded to first responders whose actions are part of their public duties. Contributing: Bill Kaczaraba, MyNorthwest.
Yahoo
13-02-2025
- Entertainment
- Yahoo
The House Where 28,000 Records Burned
Before it burned, Charlie Springer's house contained 18,000 vinyl LPs, 12,000 CDs, 10,000 45s, 4,000 cassettes, 600 78s, 150 8-tracks, hundreds of signed musical posters, and about 100 gold records. The albums alone occupied an entire wall of shelves in the family room, and another in the garage. On his desk were a set of drumsticks from Nirvana and an old RCA microphone that Prince had given to him at a recording session for Prince. A neon Beach Boys sign—as far as he knows, one of only eight remaining in the world—hung above the dining table. In his laundry room was a Gibson guitar signed by the Everly Brothers; near his fireplace, a white Stratocaster signed to him by Eric Clapton. Last month, the night the Eaton Fire broke out, Charlie evacuated to his girlfriend's house. And when he came back, the remnants of his home had been bleached by the fire. The spot in the family room where the record collection had been was dark ash. I've known Charlie for as long as I can remember. He and my father met because of records. In the late 1980s, Charlie was at a crowded party in the Hollywood Hills when he heard someone greet my father by his full name. Charlie whipped around: 'You're Fred Walecki? I've been seeing your name on records.' Dad owned a rock-and-roll-instrument shop, and musicians thanked him on their albums for the gear (and emotional support) he provided during recording sessions. Charlie was a national sales manager at Warner Bros. Records and could rattle off the B-side of any record, so of course he'd clocked Walecki appearing over and over again. Growing up, I thought every song I'd ever heard could also be found on Charlie's shelves; his friend Jim Wagner, who once ran sales, merchandising, and advertising for Warner Bros. Records, called it the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame West. Charlie's collection started when he was 6. He had asked his mother to get him the record 'about the dog,' and she'd brought back Patti Page's '(How Much Is) That Doggie in the Window?' No, not that one—he wanted a 45 of Elvis's recently released single, 'Hound Dog.' He'd cart it around with him for the next seven decades, across several states, before placing it on his shelf in Altadena. At age 8, he mowed lawns and shoveled snow in his hometown outside Chicago to afford 'Sweet Little Sixteen,' by Chuck Berry, and 'Tequila,' by the Champs; when he was 9, he got Ray Charles's 'What'd I Say.' And when he was 10, he walked into his local record shop and found its owner, Lenny, sitting on the floor, frazzled, surrounded by piles of records. Every week, Lenny had to rearrange the records on his wall to reflect the order of the Top 40 chart made by the local radio station WLS. Charlie offered to help. 'What will it cost me?' Lenny asked. 'Two singles a week.' Charlie held on to all of those singles, and the paper surveys from WLS, too. When he was 12, he bought his first full albums: Surfin' Safari, by the Beach Boys; Bob Dylan's eponymous debut; and Green Onions, by Booker T. and the M.G.s. He entered a Wisconsin seminary two years later, hoping to become a priest. There, he and his friends found a list of addresses for members of Milwaukee's Knights of Columbus chapter, and sent out letters asking for donations—a hi-fi stereo console, a jukebox—to the poor seminarians, who went without so much. Radios were contraband, but Charlie taped one underneath the chair next to his bed, and at night, while 75 other students slept around him, he would use an earbud to listen to WLS. 'And I would hear records, and I would go, Oh my God, I gotta get this record. I have to. ' Seminarians could go into town only if it was strictly necessary, so he'd break his glasses, and run between the optometrist and the five-and-dime. That's how he got a couple of other Beach Boys records, the Kinks' 'Tired of Waiting for You,' and the Lovin' Spoonful's 'Daydream.' Charlie dropped out of seminary in 1967, at the end of his junior year. All of those five-and-dime records had been in his prefect's room, but when he left, the prefect was nowhere to be found. So, Charlie got a ladder, wriggled through a transom, and got his collection, stored in two crates which had previously contained oranges. ('Orange crates held albums perfectly,' he told me.) Then he hitchhiked to San Francisco and grew his hair out just in time for the Summer of Love. He moved into a commune of sorts, a 16-unit apartment building with the walls between apartments broken down, and got a job hanging posters for the Fillmore on telephone poles around the Bay Area. He'd staple up psychedelic artwork advertising Jefferson Airplane, Sons of Champlin, the Grateful Dead, or Sly and the Family Stone. (He still had about 75 of those posters.) He worked at Tower Records on the side but would hand his paycheck back to his boss: The money all went to records. Anytime one of his favorites—Morrison, Mitchell, Dylan, the Beach Boys—released a new album, he'd host a listening party for friends. When he moved back to Chicago, his music collection took up most of the car. The record store he managed there, Hear Here, would receive about 20 new albums every day to play over the loudspeakers. When Charlie heard Bruce Springsteen's first album (two before Born to Run), he thought it was such a hit, he locked the shop door. 'Until I sell five of these records,' he announced, 'nobody is getting out of this store.' Next, Charlie worked his way up at a music-distribution company, starting from a gig in the warehouse (picker No. 9). Later, at Warner Bros. Records, he'd work with stores and radio stations to help artists sell enough music to get, and then sustain, their big break. To sell Takin' It to the Streets, he drove with the Doobie Brothers so they could sign albums at a Kansas City record shop; to help Dire Straits get their start, he lobbied radio stations to play their first single for about a year until it caught on. He was also on the shortlist of people who would listen to test pressings of a new album for any pops or crackles, before the company shipped the final version. Charlie held on to about 1,000 of those rare pressings, including Fleetwood Mac's Rumours and Prince's Purple Rain. He moved to Los Angeles in the '80s to be Warner's national sales manager, and in 1991, he bought his home on Skylane Drive, in Altadena. Nestled in the foothills, the area smelled of the hay for his neighbors' horses. Along the fence was bougainvillea, and in his yard, a magnificent native oak that our families would sit beneath together. He started placing thousands of his albums on those shelves in the family room, overlooking that tree. In Charlie's house, a record was always playing. He had recently papered the walls and ceiling of his bathroom with the WLS surveys he started collecting as a child, in his first record-store job. Every record he pulled off the shelf came with a memory, he told me. And if he kept an album or a memento in his house, 'it was a good story.' A gold record from U2, on the wall next to the staircase: 'All bands, when they first start off, they're new bands, and nobody knows who they are, okay? … I went up with U2, on their first album, from Chicago to Madison, and they played a gig for about 15 people, and then we went to eat at an Italian restaurant. I went back to the restaurant a couple years later, and the same waitress waited on me, and I said, 'Wow, I remember I was in here with U2.' And she goes, 'Those guys were U2?' I was like, 'They were U2 then and they're U2 now.'' In the kitchen, a poster of Jimi Hendrix striking a power chord at the Monterey Pop Festival: 'Seal puts his first record out, and I have just become a vice president at Warner Bros. And I go to my very first VP lunch, and I announce, 'Hey, this new Seal record is going to go gold.' The senior VP of finance says, 'You shouldn't say that. Why would you make that kind of expectation?' And I'm like, 'Because I know with every corpuscle in my body it's gonna go gold' … So we make a $1 gentlemen's bet. About six weeks later, it's gold.' At the next lunch, he asked the finance executive to sign his dollar bill. Just then, Mo Ostin, the head of the label, walked in and heard about their wager. 'Mo said, 'So Charlie, is there something around the building that you always liked?' I was like, 'Well, that Jim Marshall poster of Hendrix.' And he goes, 'It's yours.'' *Illustration sources: RCA / Michael Ochs Archive / Getty; Stoughton Printing / Jay L. Clendenin / Los Angeles Times / Getty; Warner Brothers / Alamy; Sun Records / Alamy Article originally published at The Atlantic
Yahoo
09-02-2025
- Entertainment
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A Look at Every Woman Elvis Presley Romanced—From Rita Moreno to Priscilla
Since he was The King of Rock and Roll, it makes total sense that the late Elvis Presley dated a lot of women before he died in 1977. Best known for his hit songs 'Jailhouse Rock,' 'Heartbreak Hotel' and 'Hound Dog,' the singer was married once, had one child and had several different girlfriends. We dive deep into all of his relationships with people like Priscilla Presley, Ginger Alden, Ann-Margret and many more below! Emmy, Oscar, Grammy and Tony (EGOT) winner Rita Moreno shared that at some point in the 1950's she and Presley dated "several times" in an effort to make her then-boyfriend, Marlon Brando, jealous. 'I knew no one could possibly make Marlon Brando more jealous,' the actress wrote in her 2011 book Rita Moreno: A Memoir. Despite this, though, Moreno found Presley 'boring,' and the relationship soon fizzled out. Very few people get the chance to date their celebrity crushes. However, that certainly wasn't the case for June Juanico. After meeting Presley in 1955, the two began dating but were soon torn apart by his rising fame. '[His manager] Colonel Tom Parker wanted him linked with actresses and Vegas showgirls. Of course, Elvis liked legs that went on for days, and he brought one of those showgirls home for Christmas in '56," Juanico said in 1997. "That did it for me. I decided to marry someone else." Juanico is currently 86 years old and has since released a book entitled Elvis: In the Twilight of Memory. The late Natalie Wood dated Presley very briefly in 1956 after being introduced by Dennis Hopper. '[They went] to the movies, he bought out the theater,' Natalie's sister, Lana, said in 2018. 'That's not what she was used to.' Despite all of the wooing, Lana claimed that Presley's relationship with his mother, Gladys, created a lot of problems between Natalie and Presley. 'His mother said something like, 'Come and sit on Mama's lap,'' Lana said. 'They were very affectionate, and it bothered Natalie. She called and asked our mom to make up a story about why she had to come home.' After their split, Wood got married three times to two different men before tragically passing away in 1981 at age 43. After seeing actress Anita Wood perform on the hit show Top 10 Dance Party in 1957, she and Presley dated for five years before Wood called it off so he could go and be with Priscilla Presley—who he met in 1959. "I said [to him], 'I'm gonna make that decision for you…I'm leaving,'" Wood said. 'I say that was probably the most difficult decision that I've ever made in my life. I have to say that. After having dated someone like Elvis for five years and as close as we were for this to end, and when I left, I knew there would be no going back.' Wood died in 2023 at age 85. Presley's most famous relationship was with none other than his wife, Priscilla Presley—formerly Wagner. The two met at a party in Germany in 1959, and at the time, he was 24 and she was 14. 'I remember when I set eyes on him, he was just so kind, so authentic,' Priscilla said in 2014. 'I was just a teenager at the time, and I was in Germany, he was signing autographs. I just thought how he was the real deal.' Shortly after the meeting, Presley was removed from his station in Germany and desperate to be together, Priscilla followed him to America shortly after. They married in 1967, when she was 21 and he was 32, and welcomed one child together—a daughter named Lisa Marie Presley—in 1968. Despite their love and child, Presley was rumored to be unfaithful, and that, combined with his drug addiction, eventually led to them going their separate ways in 1972 before divorcing the next year. 'I did not divorce him because I didn't love him,' Priscilla said in 2019. 'He was the love of my life, truly. If anything, I left because I needed to find out what the world was like.' Priscilla is still alive to this day and can often be found with granddaughter Riley Keough or talking about her time with Presley. 'He was such an impact in my life in every way,' Priscilla said in 2017. 'He was my mentor; he was my confidant. I wrote this in my book [Elvis and Me]. He was everything. In my book, I wrote, 'My God,' because I lived and breathed him.' As mentioned above, Presley had a lot of affairs during his marriage to Priscilla, and one of them was with actress Connie Stevens. When exactly they dated remains a mystery, but it is widely believed to have been in the 1960s. 'I knew this was a fellow who could break your heart. He was just so beautiful," Stevens said. 'He was one of the loves of my life. I could have spent a lifetime with him, but I knew it was never to be.' Stevens is currently 86 years old and has been married twice. Another person Presley had an affair with was an actress named Anne Helm. They met while filming Follow That Dream (1962); however, Helm didn't confirm the romance rumors until after Presley died. 'I really fell for Elvis. I mean, who wouldn't?' Helms said. 'As much as Elvis was a celebrity, he was a big kid; he was a lot of fun.' The pair eventually fizzled out after filming ended, and Helm went on to get married twice. She is currently 86 years old. Presley seemed to have a thing for co-stars because, in 1964, he also dated his Viva Las Vegas counterpart, Ann-Margret. "We both felt a current, an electricity that went straight through us," Margret wrote in her 1994 memoir Ann-Margret: My Story. "It would become a force we couldn't control." The force was soon controlled, though, because of Presley's marriage to Priscilla—which Margret reportedly never talked about in her book. Margaret was married to actor Roger Smith from 1967 until he died in 2017. They had three children together. Peggy Lipton is an actress best known for the television series The Mod Squad (1968 to 1973) and Twin Peaks (1989 to 1991), but before she found fame on the small screen, she found herself in the arms of the king of rock and roll at some point in the 1970s. According to Lipton, Presley 'kissed like a god' but had troubles in the bedroom, which eventually led to their split. 'It just didn't happen for him. We tried a few more times and nothing ever happened, so I just let it go.' Lipton died in 2019 from colon cancer. She was 72. At some point in the 1970s, Presley also dated actress Sally Struthers. 'He was so polite and so kind and soft-hearted that you just couldn't believe anybody that was that beautiful had never caught on that they were beautiful and gotten obsessed with themselves,' Struthers said. 'He was just all about kindness to everyone, which is pretty great.' Eventually, the two went their separate ways, and Struthers married a psychiatrist named William C. Rader in 1977. They divorced in 1983 and has remained single ever since. Presley had a secret affair with actress Barbara Leigh for two years. 'I never believed that I was the only girlfriend,' Leigh said in 2023. 'I accepted Elvis for the time we spent together. I was lucky enough to share with him and I never asked him any questions, and he did likewise.' 'We didn't ask any questions about other relationships because we knew what the answer would be. I took the bad with the good.' As of publication, Leigh is 78 years old and single. Cybill Shepherd and Presley had a short and sweet affair in 1972, which ended due to his drug addiction. "Somebody called and said, 'Elvis wants to go out with you,' and I said, 'Have Elvis call me himself,'" Shepherd said in 2012. "We started dating, and he's a really wonderful, sexy, incredible guy.' Shepherd has been married twice, has three children, and is 74 years old. Following his split with Priscilla, Presley dated songwriter and actress Linda Thompson from 1972 to 1976 after meeting him in Memphis, Tennessee. "I was still a virgin when I met him," Thompson said in 2016. 'I think that is what added to the allure of me for him, because he was a very territorial man. And a very jealous man. It really made him feel wonderful that I was a virgin." Much like his other relationships, this one also came to an end due to Presley's infidelity and drug use. Thompson then went on to marry twice more—once to Caitlyn (formerly Bruce) Jenner. She has two kids and is 74 years old. Sheila Ryan reportedly dated Presley from 1973 until 1975 while he was still with Thompson. 'The first time I met Elvis, I was in Las Vegas and [Presley's manager] Joe Esposito brought me backstage. He came out of the dressing room and there was a waiting room,' Ryan said. 'He came out and had this towel wrapped around his neck, and there were maybe 30 people in the room, and he walks out, and the first thing that happens is our eyes meet. And everyone noticed that, particularly the girl that he was seeing at the time. It was just sort of that once-in-a-lifetime magical thing.' The reason for the couple's separation remains unclear, but in the same year, they reportedly split after Ryan married actor James Caan. They remained together until 1977, and Ryan never remarried. Supermodel Mindi Miller revealed that she and Presley dated after he invited her over to his house in 1975. 'We found that we had an awful lot in common, and the entire night, we never stopped talking," Miller said in 2021. Sadly, they went their separate ways after just a year because Miller had to return to Italy. She is 74 years old. Presley's last relationship was with actress and model Ginger Alden. They began dating in 1976 and quickly got engaged despite the 21-year age difference between them. They remained together until the singer died in 1977, and since then, Alden has talked very openly and honestly about her time with Presley. "I remember Lisa coming into Elvis' bedroom one evening, sitting on his bed, and as she stared at the television, he tapped me silently behind her," Alden continued. "'She has the same look in her eyes as me,' he said. That look is not far away from her father's now." After Presley's death, Alden married Ronald Leyser from 1991 until his death in 2015. She also released a book entitled Elvis and Ginger: Elvis Presley's Fiancée and Last Love Finally Tells Her Story in 2014. For more relationship stories, keep scrolling! 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