While we waited for the tours to finish, my mom loved to go through her dad’s books to understand him better. He was clearly searching for a deeper comprehension of the world—most of the books were spiritual or self-help titles, things like Understanding Who You Are, and Sacred Science of Numbers, and How to Be Happy, Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet, even Ram Dass’s Be Here Now—really human things. There were also lots of Bibles. Elvis would underline phrases and write things like “AMEN!” next to them.
