Walking in Memphis

Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale...

Saw the ghost of Elvis...
followed him up to the gates of Graceland...

but security they did not see him...

But his spirit is certainly there.

What can you say about Elvis? If you're not a fan and you go to Graceland, you'll leave a fan.

Sure, he ended up with problems - don't we all?

Graceland was his home in Memphis, a city he loved. It was ostentatious and  a bit (no a lot) tacky - a jungle room with furniture that has animal motifs? Shag carpet on the ceilings?

But if you compare it to the homes of the rich and famous today....

Now all the people still sending flowers and posters... that's a little weird... well, maybe not.

So, we spent about 4 hours there.

And his favorite sandwich is the same sandwich that my mother used to make for me (and that I still love) - peanut butter and butter and bananas - umm umm good.

 

We took a free shuttle to Sun studio

 I sang a few lyrics on a microphone that Elvis (and Johnny Cash, and Jerry Lee Lewis, and Howlin Wolf, and Roy Orbison and a host of others) probably used.

The guide said that we could kiss the mike ----
 I passed.

There will be more about Memphis, but it's time to hit the road again.
Next stop - Nashville!