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| Harry, Marmalade and the Bunkie fan Chrystine. |
Since leaving New Orleans I stayed in forgettable Lafayette Louisiana before arriving yesterday in Elvis's birthplace Tupelo. I met a very loud local couple in the hotel swimming pool and when I expressed a wish to dine at a lounge or such establishment that served alcohol and maybe live music, Kevin and Tina suggested JRs where they assured me I would be flavour of the month with the local girls who would want to teach me some country dancing and later accompany me back to my hotel which apparently is THE in hotel to stay on a Friday night. Needless to say I ducked out of that and their offer to accompany me and introduce me to their friends and when I saw the growlers emerging from the woodwork this morning at the hotel I had cause to congratulate myself.
I had a lightning tour of Tupelo this morning and even bought a kitchen knife - to cut up my watermelon - from Tupelo Hardware where Elvis bought his first guitar.
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| Sitting on Elvis's stoop, Jan would have loved it but she was here with me. |
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| Elvis's house
First impressions of Memphis is that it is grubby and run down and the girl in tourist information just couldn't give a sh*t.
I spent a happy three hours in the rock and Soul Museum, mostly listening to all the tracks they make available on the audio tour and tonight I make my first foray into Beale Street.
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