For this Elvis fan, it was Mother who loved tender Elvis Presley, the quintessential symbol of the generation gap, actually united Mother and me. This is no Elvis sighting story for the 30th anniversary of his death; it's an Elvis listening story. Mother's favorite music, aside from opera, was gospel, long before gospel was cool among Anglos in Houston where I grew up. Elv the Pelv was aired originally only on radio stations for black audiences because no white folks sang like that back then.