Goodbye, Big E Bar by Mai Nardone My father, El-Vitat Pohndee, that is, Thailand’s original Elvis P., is dead. He’s left me his costumes, which I’m restoring, as if to embalm him in the regalia. I’ve chalked a map for my embroidery. I’ll work the fabric by hand. Still, the clothes, like old pelts, will never regain their former luster.