Home is where we park it. For the last few days, that has been on the banks of the Mississippi.
We've watched the river traffic. The Queen of the Mississippi, was the only excursion boat we saw.
Most of the traffic was freight of some type of cargo or another, such as this, (If you're a member of Greenpeace you may wish to look away), load of coal.
We screwed up our courage and drove across the bridge into Memphis, one of our least favorite places to drive.
As we drove southeast, we passed this yard with several of these intermodal cranes transferring containers and semi-trailers between rail cars and trucks.
The drive between Memphis and Tupelo was green and pleasant. Beautiful redbuds like these lined much of the road.
We were starving, so as soon as we got set up we headed into Tupelo to find something to eat. We always try to experience as much of the local color as possible. Johnnie's Drive-In certainly fit that bill. It has been in operation since 1942. We wondered, going in, if Elvis had ever eaten there.
Our questions were quickly answered. A photo of Elvis sitting at this booth was on the wall.
Painted guitars, such as this one in front of Johnnie's, each uniquely decorated, lined the streets.
Johnnie's was right across the street from Presley Heights.
Not far away was Elvis birthplace, shown here. Obviously, something was being taped here today.
Tupelo Hardware, in downtown Tupelo, is an old fashioned hardware of the type with which we grew up.
It stocked all kinds of items, ranging from butter churns to nuts and bolts, to chainsaws, and much more.
Legend has it that in 1946,eleven-year-old Elvis came into Tupelo Hardware with his mother, Gladys, to buy a bicycle. A .22 rifle, however, caught his eye. Gladys, wasn't too happy about buying a gun, so they compromised on a guitar. They still sell guitars.
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