The last time I went sight-seeing, it was totally unplanned, but this time my new roomie invited me to go for a walk along the Mississippi River last month….and who am I to pass up getting some exercise, inhaling fresh air, and ogling at everything and anything? I’d have to be nuts! Okay, maybe not nuts, but I’m known to have a few quirks here and there.
I recently took the close-up photo of Elvis (very last photo) AND three more corner shots of Beale so you can get a better feel of the street “vibes”. Other than that, these photos are pretty much in order of our stroll and what we encountered:
Also on the river was a steamboat, the M. E. Norman, carrying members of the Engineers Club of Memphis, the American Society of Civil Engineers, and their families.
Lee witnessed the Norman capsize in the swift current 15 miles downriver from Memphis at Cow Island Bend. Although he could not swim, he rescued 32 people with five trips to shore. Lee acted quickly, calmly and with no regard for his own safety, continuing to search after night fell. Because of his efforts, only 23 people died.
For his heroism, Lee received many honors and awards. In 1954, this park was renamed and an obelisk was erected in his memory.”
Not 5 minutes had gone by when my roomie did something completely expected–a quick breakdance spin! It was one of those things that would have made anyone’s day if they were in a foul mood. Then we climbed up steps to Vance Park, which overlooked the Mississippi River.
We had already started walking away from Vance Park, when I turned around and snapped this shot.
The next 7 or so minutes were spent walking toward the world-renowned Beale Street known for the 3 B’s: Bars, Blues, and Booze.
Oooh, we’re gettin’ close.
The Gayoso House is in the background
We sauntered back to Beale, where all the action is.
We walked block after block after leaving the ballpark. I lost track of which street we were on and which direction (north? east?) we were headed. I do know at one point we ended up in some public park. We weren’t welcomed because members of the State Bar were having a shindig and under the protection of uniformed guards.
Just before I moved to Memphis, it hit me–Why not live in a new city every year or two? I’d get to explore the sights and satisfy my palate with the city’s known specialty. Memphis is synonymous with barbecue (AND Graceland), and it’s only a matter of time before I make my rounds in the BBQ joints. The way I see it, the only possible way I can pull off this fantasy of mine is by getting some ed-ju-ma-ca-tion in the medical field (I never said I wanted to be a doctor or nurse or anything medical-related for that matter, growing up), the only secure and stable professions right now in this bleak economy. Whoopsie, I didn’t mean to end this post on a downer…..so lemme rectify this right NOW:
Here’s Elvis again.
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Elvis fans: Gimme time to make my way to Graceland and be a shutterbug for ya’ll. 🙂Tweet