The Mississippi Delta is Shining Like a National Guitar

We're going to Graceland, Graceland, Memphis Tennesseeeeeeeee

The alarm went off at 8:08 a.m. which is really 7:08 in the Central Time Zone. I sat up too fast and whacked my head on the ceiling of the RV since we have been staying in the bed above the cab. It's the second time I've done this, and Bobby laughs hysterically all day just thinking about it.

We got off to an early start this morning to make it to a Hertz rental car in Tennessee. We had to leave the Old Seventy 6 in Clarksville for a few days because as we learned in Chicago, there's not much of a place for her in the big cities. This makes the most sense because we are going to shoot down to Memphis for a night's stay in the Heart Break Hotel and then zip over to Nashville for the weekend, and then back up to Clarksville, which makes a perfect triangle. We are going to buy about a hundred postcards in Graceland, don't worry baby.

So, Bobby's favorite thing about this "road-life" is to flash the lights at big-rigs trying to shift into our lane. Truckers will give you a little flash of their taillights as a thank you, which Bobby calls "A Light-Show". My favorite thing to do is watch Bobby flash the lights, even at trucks that aren't trying to get over, and then watch his face as the trucks give him a thanks ((big smile)) or don't give him a light-show, which causes him to pout a little when he thinks I'm not watching.

We are listening to nothing but The King today in our little rented Corolla. Bobby actually asked the guy at Hertz if the car had brakes. I told him we didn't want to accelerate through Graceland and bust up the Heartbreak Hotel.

Bobby wants everyone to know how good the Lime-ade is at Sonic. It's funny how different the restaurants out here are. You are hard pressed to find pizza anywhere since Chicago, but there is a Big Boy, Sonic, or Steak 'n Shake on every block. Hope you like corn dogs and tots.

Yesterday, we drove for about a half hour down a farm road thinking we couldn't get over how bad it stunk. Not regular manure smell, but really rancid...like Bo was holding a poop in his hand in the car. After at least a half hour of this, we realized...dum-dums....that we'd been following a truck that was full of pigs. Literally...full...of pigs. I mean, these pigs were like, layered from the floor to half way up the trailer. I'm guessing there were maybe fifty pigs in that trailer. And we were downwind. These are the things we are learning on the road: Don't sit up too quickly in an RV, and never ride downwind of a Swine-Mobile!

So, Graceland tour tomorrow, Beale Street tonight.
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