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100
miles to Memphis. We arive at Graceland, home of Elvis Presley,
before it opens and have to kick our heels for an hour.
The music of Elvis calls from every corner and we are soon
in the mood. Head phones are handed out and a shuttle bus
takes us over the busy road to the entrance. Moments of
nostalgia. Many of our generation wil have lived and loved
to songs of the king. We spend three hours strolling around
with our private memories. Seeing the piano, where he sat
the day he died at the young age of 42, brings a lump
to the throat.
I had expected to be disappointed but am pleasantly surprised
by the way it is handled. I had not realised how much he
gave to charity for example. Videos and flash are not allowed
so only this banner to show we are here.
By
lunchtime we still have 200 miles to go in searing
heat. 20 miles of Interstate 40 and we have had enough.
Head off onto Rt. 64 then 100. Beautiful tree-lined
road, somewhat cooler. We chase a rainstorm- wonderful
refreshing atmosphere. Then we catch it, very wetting
atmosphere. Emergency stop to put the top up as it
is coming down in stair-rods. Continue on Rt.100
running parallel to I 40. Pas fabulous stud farms.
Most attractive area spoilt by horrendous trafic jam
on Rt. 96 into Knoxville. Engine goes to 230 +. Meet
up with Alf and Kathy Sharpe who arrange a supper
party with the local Group. Hickory smoked BB
pork - Yummy. A Tennessee special.
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- Elvis' home
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