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... They also had about Danny's life and career. I wasn't aware that he produced the Andy Griffith show and the Dick Van Dyke show among others. Our next stop was the National Civil Rights Museum at the Lorraine Motel where Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot. The experience was not as solemn as the Sixth Floor Museum in Dallas, until we got to the motel room. There was a ton of information and interactive exhibits, including a bus similar to the one Rosa Parks ...
Thunderstorms in middle of night. Poured rain right when hooking up the car. Couldn't find clip for shield on car so Randy rigged one up.
Drive from Double Springs to Memphis:
Drove AL-278 west; AL-13 south. Almost no traffic on these two roads.
78-West (interstate 22)--very light traffic. What a difference in the road quality when crossing into Mississippi; no more ...
... of Memphis in the 60s and 70s had its roots in the quartet and gospel music that came before it. I also started to realize that most of the singers that became famous in Memphis at this time started their singing careers singing gospel and/or in church choirs (Elvis included).
After imbibing at a bar down the street from the hostel and a full day of exploring I proceeded to sleep most of the next day.
In the ...
... time the family were from Wynnum and Morningside. But wait, there's more. Mum and Dad are Brendan and Terry Harding with son Matt and his fiancée Linda, and another son Tory (or Rory, apologies). Terry is a very close and long time friend of Rose O'Connor (best known from the Doctor surgery) from Russell Island. They went to school together. Ed and I know Rose very well. She and Warren have become good friends ...
... that looked
suspiciously like a trash can and which belonged to a grizzly old matriarch, sat
on the floor smoking a cigar. As I walked off, in blissful ignorance, she
snarled "that ain't no trash can"...I said sorry to apologise and she repeated
it louder as I turned round to retrieve my can. The rest of the bus were staring
at me like I was an alien, and I said I was very sorry again, but the old crone
just glared at me until I left. ...