“The Mississippi delta, shining
Like a national guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war
I’m going to Graceland
In Memphis Tennessee
I’m going to Graceland”
After a good night’s rest we woke up early and scrambled to do the basics in Memphis. First, we took a ride out to pay our respects to the birth of rock: Sun Records. For those who have never had the pleasure I would highly recommend taking the tour. For me, just being in the same room where Johnny Cash recorded Folsom Prison Blues made this whole trip worth it.
Next up, Graceland. And what can I say about Graceland itself? I can’t quite cop to being an Elvis fan, but I will say this: I did get a chill or two walking into the TV Room and the Jungle Room.
And yes, my dear reader. That is, in fact, a peanut butter and banana sandwich purchased at the Graceland restaurant. For all you Philistines out there, this little culinary delight was a favorite of the King himself. And you know what? It was pretty tasty.
Our final stop of the day was the Lorraine Motel. As somber as it was to walk up to this place, we all felt it was necessary to pay our respects.
Next up, Nashville and the Gran Ole Opry.