Let me preface these photographs with a statement: I have always found the celebration of all things Elvis odd, if not downright creepy. That didn’t stop me from wanting to go to Elvis’s birthplace in Tupelo, and it wasn’t going to stop me from going to Graceland when we were in Memphis. I don’t call it buying into the clichés, I call it cultural tourism. Fortunately Charles and Kerstin needed no convincing.
There she is, the Mecca of Rock n Roll. They’ll let anyone in, as long as you have 25$.
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Tagged 2007, Graceland, Heartland Research Trip, Memphis, Van Abbe
Confederate Park, Memphis on the Mississippi.
We’re still not sure why there are 20th century artillery pieces pointing at Arkansas. Perhaps a left over from Bill Clinton’s gubernatorial administration?
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks
I don’t care if I ever get back
And it’s root, root, root
for the home team
If they don’t win, it’s a shame
Cause it’s one, two, three strikes
You’re out
At the old ball game.
It would have been irresponsible of me not to take my two European travel companions to a baseball game.
They seemed to enjoy the experience, even if they didn’t quite grasp the difference between a H, a R, an E, a HR, a RBI, etc…
Temporary Person Passing Through 