... and who doesn't, really?
Amina and I were in Memphis earlier this week, my first visit since I was in my early teens. We made the pilgrimage to Graceland, but not to do the tour -- there is no way I'm spending (at least) $30 to walk through the mansion. I was hoping to get one of those iconic shots of the gates closed (note: Elvis not included), but we were there about an hour too early, and I wasn't about to hang around outside the many gift shops sponsored by the Presley estate ... so I did my best to get some shots of the wall, and then we hightailed it downtown to Rendesvous for the best dry ribs I've ever had.
So Memphis was nice -- at least the parts I saw were nice. We stayed in Germantown and only made excursions to tourist-approved areas, so it was pleasant enough. I've heard horror stories about the "other" Memphis, and oddly enough I was reading The Blind Side, which is more a story about an excruciatingly poor African American teen boy than it is about football. It's so good I've convinced Amina to read it, and she's enjoying it as much as I did.
And now it's a week later, and I'm sitting on my front porch, freezing my toes off. Fall is wonderful here in Tennessee; I'll take the chilly mornings over the bluster that is October in Minnesota, though the leaves here haven't really started changing yet. Oh, the sacrifices I make to live in a warmer clime ... :)
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." – Sylvia Plath
10.20.2008
darlene perez loves ELVIS
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LOVED The Blind Side. Of course with all the NFL stories and whatnot how could I not love it?
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