why don't we begin sneer calamesa, california, riverside county. historic missions, sprawling suburbs creeping out to the rim of mountains, around the eastern flank of los angeles. here is where chris and christie hall had come to live out their golden years, though they were far from old when it happened, just experienced, with life and each other. >> as far as i can remember, it's always been chris and christie because they were never thought of as separate. they were a unit. >> these are their three daughters. courtney, the eldest, is a teacher. brianna a personal trainer. and ashton, the youngest, here just returned from playing professional volleyball in europe. and all of them, of course, have heard scores of times the story of how their parents met. it was 1978. christie had gone to see a relative at the air force base in nearby san bernardino and quite by chance while she was there encountered a security guard who, to her at least, looked just like elvis. it was blair christopher hall. chris to his friends. >> apparently, she was a little f