By the Grace of the Ghost of Elvis...
Flying into Nashville was like we had accomplished something great. Just to make it there. Last time I tried to go to Tennessee, I got caught up in Chicago and had to stay the night there and come home. This time, we arrived, safe and sound and happy as pie. Grabbed the rental car and had a drive around. It's not so much different than our little city by the river. Possibly a bit more lush and humid.
You walk down the street in this town, and there are dudes with guitars singing in every ice cream shop and bar.
Sophia would catch a drift of some old country standard and start dancing in her stroller...
A funny thing too... In the home of Tennessee whiskey, it sure is god damned expensive... they give you a teeny tiny little shot glass of what to them would most likely cost 5 cents, mark it up and you get a sup for six bucks.
Onward and Westward... to Jackson! We were going to Jackson... gonna let it all hang out!
On the way, we stopped at Loretta Lynn's Dude Ranch but it was closed. There was a great photo opportunity right outside though...A huge buffalo looking over the little hill...and we could hear Whippoorwill and all sorts of bullfrogs in the mountainside, it was a very peaceful moment in time, suspended in the fog of humidity, sitting next to the buffalo.
And then back on our way... towns like Bucksnort & Loosahatchie really cracked us up. Motels on the way were like $25 bucks a night... We had arrived in bumfuck for sure. Jackson popped up on the horizon & it wasn't hard to find a cheap place. We looked around for a liquor store & the one we found STRICTLY sold liquor only, no beer. Luckily for Sonny, he made me go in & it was ladies day - Tuesday... so I got ten percent off our purchase :)
Our room stunk, but it was a place to be for the night before we continued our journey the next morning to Memphis...about 70-100 miles away. That night, we all curled up and watched the Def Leppard story on VH1, I wish I could have stayed awake for the whole thing... it was great! The next morning, we headed straight for the Waffle House. I had been to one before, in Atlanta... same old place, different state / although it was more expensive than I remember. Now Sonny can say he's been there too.
I can't tell you how many times I wanted to extend our trip and shoot off to Kentucky or Mississippi, it was an urge I had to quell though, being on our way to Memphis. We passed a number of signs I would have loved to have pictures of, but me husband wasn't quick enough on the draw. One of them "MEMPHIS 56" was a mile marker... I almost turned around for that one. But on long stretches of road in a State you've never been to, it's best to keep on the path before you.
Arriving in Memphis was close to the feeling of having Ice Cream for the first time. I savored it. If I wasn't an emphatic Elvis fan before this trip... I most certainly am now. What a fucking radical dude. We drove right onto Elvis Presley Blvd. & into the Heartbreak Hotel. Yep, left a hole right in the front of it....hehehe! jk.
No, we booked into our room, and they straight up have the man on every channel in the room, one radio station channel, all the rest, Elvis Movies!
That night, we took the shuttle to Memphis downtown Beale Street & had dinner / drinks and danced, all three of us - and it started to rain, a very warm thunder storm. It was beautiful...
This, my friends is Desmond...AKA Barry... He's from Wales and comes to Graceland every year for two weeks at a time... Very interesting guy, and a damn good looker back in the day...
And don't forget Brian at the bar...(above in background) he was awesome, I am sorry I don't have a better picture.
The creek accross the street:
After the three pictures above inside the mansion, my camera gave out... it was easier to take the tour without worrying about pictures... if you need to see it, you know where you gotta go! And below, the moment I became a true die hard Elvis fan:
Yes folks, it made me cry.
Thank you!
You walk down the street in this town, and there are dudes with guitars singing in every ice cream shop and bar.
Sophia would catch a drift of some old country standard and start dancing in her stroller...
A funny thing too... In the home of Tennessee whiskey, it sure is god damned expensive... they give you a teeny tiny little shot glass of what to them would most likely cost 5 cents, mark it up and you get a sup for six bucks.
Onward and Westward... to Jackson! We were going to Jackson... gonna let it all hang out!
On the way, we stopped at Loretta Lynn's Dude Ranch but it was closed. There was a great photo opportunity right outside though...A huge buffalo looking over the little hill...and we could hear Whippoorwill and all sorts of bullfrogs in the mountainside, it was a very peaceful moment in time, suspended in the fog of humidity, sitting next to the buffalo.
And then back on our way... towns like Bucksnort & Loosahatchie really cracked us up. Motels on the way were like $25 bucks a night... We had arrived in bumfuck for sure. Jackson popped up on the horizon & it wasn't hard to find a cheap place. We looked around for a liquor store & the one we found STRICTLY sold liquor only, no beer. Luckily for Sonny, he made me go in & it was ladies day - Tuesday... so I got ten percent off our purchase :)
Our room stunk, but it was a place to be for the night before we continued our journey the next morning to Memphis...about 70-100 miles away. That night, we all curled up and watched the Def Leppard story on VH1, I wish I could have stayed awake for the whole thing... it was great! The next morning, we headed straight for the Waffle House. I had been to one before, in Atlanta... same old place, different state / although it was more expensive than I remember. Now Sonny can say he's been there too.
I can't tell you how many times I wanted to extend our trip and shoot off to Kentucky or Mississippi, it was an urge I had to quell though, being on our way to Memphis. We passed a number of signs I would have loved to have pictures of, but me husband wasn't quick enough on the draw. One of them "MEMPHIS 56" was a mile marker... I almost turned around for that one. But on long stretches of road in a State you've never been to, it's best to keep on the path before you.
Arriving in Memphis was close to the feeling of having Ice Cream for the first time. I savored it. If I wasn't an emphatic Elvis fan before this trip... I most certainly am now. What a fucking radical dude. We drove right onto Elvis Presley Blvd. & into the Heartbreak Hotel. Yep, left a hole right in the front of it....hehehe! jk.
No, we booked into our room, and they straight up have the man on every channel in the room, one radio station channel, all the rest, Elvis Movies!
That night, we took the shuttle to Memphis downtown Beale Street & had dinner / drinks and danced, all three of us - and it started to rain, a very warm thunder storm. It was beautiful...
This, my friends is Desmond...AKA Barry... He's from Wales and comes to Graceland every year for two weeks at a time... Very interesting guy, and a damn good looker back in the day...
And don't forget Brian at the bar...(above in background) he was awesome, I am sorry I don't have a better picture.
The creek accross the street:
After the three pictures above inside the mansion, my camera gave out... it was easier to take the tour without worrying about pictures... if you need to see it, you know where you gotta go! And below, the moment I became a true die hard Elvis fan:
Yes folks, it made me cry.
Thank you!
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