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Saturday 29th August.

Well the results from my tantrum of the other day didn’t last very long. It was 9:00 again before we were on the road. “But you said the place we’re going to doesn’t open ‘til 10:00! We’ll be there in plenty of time.”
“True; but if we get there earlier we can ‘do’ Beale Street itself before it gets too hot. If we make Beale St our secondary appointment it will be at midday…and we’re gonna melt.”
“Mutter mutter mumble grouch mumble.”
You’re supposed to love your kids; and I do. But sometimes I just don’t like them very much.
As it happened we got there bang on 10:00…and I insisted we do Beale St first for the reasons mentioned above.
And yeah; there were grizzles re the heat,
Ah shuddup.
I’d warned them too about the tricksters trying to con money out of you for doing you an ostensible good turn.
“Tell them to eff off. Polite is something they don’t understand.”
She didn’t get caught…but Rick did.
Cost him near forty bucks.
Sorry…but no sympathy.

Rosie and I had a ball on Beale St…didn’t spend $100 combined; but wandered in and out of various places, picked thing up, put them down…the whole place is a shrine/mecca to our generation.
Surprisingly it is to Rick too. He grew up with our tastes of music (country, rock, jazz, some blues,) always being played.
In one incarnation he was a dj on a rock station (Rick the Rock,) for about fifteen years, and he knows music. He’s forgotten more than I’ll ever know.
And he really enjoyed the ambience/atmosphere.

And so to the Memphis Rock and Soul Museum.
Once more; an attraction that spanned the generations…all of us totally enjoyed it…spent about three hours there, totally engrossed with both the artists and their stories…as well as the broader picture of the genre, and the segregation issues.
(Something we in NZ were not fully aware of, having never experienced it.)
Highly recommended.

Drive on!

To lunch at a place I cannot remember the name of, but the bar was called ‘Side Car Rides’.
Plenty of Harleys parked outside…its got to be a good place to eat.
And it was,

Next stop was the ‘Casey Jones Home and RR Museum’ in Jackson.
Interesting enough. I enjoyed it. If you’re passing, pull in; but I wouldn’t go out of my way to visit.
Perhaps a six out of ten.

Okay…keep on truckin’!

Dunno where we are exactly; but we’re about a hundred miles out of Nashville, in a Days Inn motel.

Nashville to-morrow.


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