I HAD NEVER BEEN TO MEMPHIS BEFORE. I KNEW ABOUT GRACELAND, BEALE STREET, MARTIN LUTHER KING'S MURDER, AND ST. JUDE.
WELL, MARTIN LUTHER KING WON OUT OVER GRACELAND IN MY LIMITED TIME THERE.
I had only two hours in between events. It was already pitch black out. I asked the cabbie to take me to the Lorraine Motel. It is out of the main part of town, and when he dropped me off, I was the only person around standing in the "Midnight" air, surrounded by mist. It was eery, and like I was the only person in the world and on another planet. All I could see from the corner was the illuminated sign.
When I went around the back I saw where the actual shooting took place. Nothing had been changed.
Again, I was the only person there. It was so scary and sad at the same time. I couldn't linger because my mind was forming pictures of the past.
Fortunately, a block away is Central BBQ, the best BBQ in Memphis because it's filled with locals, not tourists. There I sat, still alone, but enveloped in the juke box, ribs, etc....again back in time.
The No. 1 hotel in Memphis is the Peabody, famous for its ducks that parade around the lobby fountain twice a day. I knew I'd already missed the parade, but I wanted to see the hotel because I am a hotel freak for traditional, legendary hotels. I was not disappointed. Back in time once more.
|They are very serious about their duck theme|
|Wanna buy a duck glass?|
|I want to live in this lobby|
|It's two blocks long, filled with great blues clubs and touristy restaurants.|
|At the Memphis Airport. This is the first thing you see when you land, and the last thing when you leave. God Bless, St. Jude|