Elvis might have left the building, but we have every reason to believe that Leon Fullerton, the tinsel-tongued troubadour, is still knocking around the premises somewhere.
We haven't seen Leon Fullerton since he escaped from his semi-private mental ward in Detroit in 2003, and his whereabouts continues to be a topic of wild speculation and fevered conjecture.
Rumors abound, gossips confound, pundits expound, authorities empound. In earlier words of the barrelhouse bard himself, written to his sister, Cat, after a week wandering, stumbling, and staggering in the Sangre de Cristo range: "When I realized I was lost, I was beside myself. In fact, we both were."
And we'd like to know where. So if you think you've spotted him, tell us about it here. Where was he? What was he doing? Who was he with? Did you talk? How sure are you that it was him? Details, please!
We haven't seen Leon Fullerton since he escaped from his semi-private mental ward in Detroit in 2003, and his whereabouts continues to be a topic of wild speculation and fevered conjecture.
Rumors abound, gossips confound, pundits expound, authorities empound. In earlier words of the barrelhouse bard himself, written to his sister, Cat, after a week wandering, stumbling, and staggering in the Sangre de Cristo range: "When I realized I was lost, I was beside myself. In fact, we both were."
And we'd like to know where. So if you think you've spotted him, tell us about it here. Where was he? What was he doing? Who was he with? Did you talk? How sure are you that it was him? Details, please!