Memphis

After an insanely long drive, Bobblehead and I are in Memphis. We toured Graceland, checked out Beale Street, and Bobblehead ate a burger fried in 100-year-old grease, strained daily at Dyers. The view from our hotel room includes Interstate 40 and The Pyramid.

Except for maybe one hour, I did not sleep last night and am looking forward to a well deserved night’s sleep. Right now, though, we are enjoying a little local news on Fox 13. Mearl Purvis and her giant hair are relaying stories of mutilations, Molotov cocktail bombings, the shooting of a cop, and church robberies. The weatherman just recommended that we chuck rocks at squirrels. Yep — just another day in the dirty South.

The good news personally is that I knocked off two more states today: Arkansas and Tennessee. Tomorrow I will knock off two more: Mississippi and Alabama.

I am going to sign off. Peace.