Americana: Memphis

I am back from Memphis with tales and wonderings packed tight as folks nodding to Beale Street Blues and also slightly in romance. It is a giddy feeling on which I will report soon or sooner. I dwelled among the Academics but also old friends some I had not seen for three years, like Julie with whom we had planned to RV to Graceland-- we didnt RV but we still got to Graceland together. And the same doubleheader day we were at a Reception at the Civil Rights Museum. Sheer cultural methadone trip! I should also mention Beale Street, the clang clang clang goes the trolley as well as the Peabody ambience and ducks that scamper down the red carpet as if they were the spice girls to the blaze of flashes.

And my all new shot glasses. Someone crack open the vodka!