Memphis Marriott East
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... the original studio where the million dollar quartet happened. The set designer for the musical got it spot on. Of course we had listened to Memphis on the way in to the city. After all the pictures, we headed downtown to Danny Thomas' ALSAC pavilion over at St. Jude's Hospital. The foundation did a nice job of showing how Danny Thomas started St. Jude's and the mission for children, and not having to pay for their treatment. There were many testimonials from ...
... we all focus on humanity above all else and incorporate it into our jobs we will be the best version of ourselves in that job. Was a very inspirational day really. In the afternoon we went to Gus' fried chicken.( see next entry) I rested this night while Steve and Meg took Don out for ribs. Memphis is known for its ribs so it was high on the list - I hear they were huge and fell right off the bone. Don was one full little piggy. Tomorrow we are off to New ...
... killer of a civil rights crusader?
After the Civil Rights Museum I dropped my bags off at the hostel I was staying at. Fun fact, the only hostel operating in the greater Memphis area is run by a church to supplement their collections and dues from members; very progressive of them.
After that brief stop I went to the Stax Soul Museum and Recording Studio. Stax had a lot of great exhibits on how the soul music ...
... that Elvis used. So many memories in this building.
It would be so good if I could put more than 5 photos at a time on each Blog entry.
After Sun Studio, guess where we went, yep back to Beale Street.
Lunch and then another afternoon of listening to blues music, so relaxing.
After returning to the RV, imagine how surprised we where (not) to find more Aussies pulled up across the lane from us at the ...
... we returned to the hotel, we had to battle our way through a crowd of newly
arrived eldery patrons, fresh off their tour bus and clogging up the gangway to
the elevators. I had been carrying an empty soda can with me until I could find
a bin, and -on Laura's urging, I might add- deposited it in what I thought was a
trash can as we walked past. It turns out that what I'd chucked my can in wasn't
a bin, but was in fact just a large, empty, ...