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Travel Blogs from Memphis
... 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 ...
... set up as to watch all three news channels at once so he followed suit. I can't think of the name of the room but there is a room that has over 3500 feet of fabric and was from floor to ceiling and pleated from the centre of the roof down - sort of like a circus tent. The infamous jungle room was as expected, green carpet on roof and ceiling gave it an unexpected acoustic sound that he later used as a studio to record his last few albums. His trophy rooms ...
... 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 ...
... shot. The motel is in the same state it was when it closed and there is a wreath outside room 306, which is the room he was shot outside of. Straight across the road from the motel, Jacqueline Smith, the last resident to live in the Lorraine Motel before she was evicted in 1988, has been protesting against the amount of money spent on the National Civil Rights Museum. She believes Dr King would have wanted the money ...
... 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, ...