Tag Archives: Memphis

Some Memphis Thoughts

Posted on January 4, 2013 by sheila

The thing about Memphis that takes some getting used to, for someone like me, who spends the majority of her time in New York City, is that no one is ever breathing down your neck. You can wander, you can … Continue reading →

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Memphis Walk

Posted on January 2, 2013 by sheila

Union Avenue Sun Studio Ghosts Strip joint Memphis, New Year’s Day Eerie emptiness Wasteland Wonder Bread Memphis Redbirds The Pyramid River boat History, at the end of the block

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Memphis Snapshots

Posted on January 1, 2013 by sheila

— I picked up my car at the airport, put the hotel’s address into the GPS, and set off on my way into Memphis. I followed her soothing robotic directions. She led me straight to the doors of Memphis’ mental … Continue reading →

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Memphis Sunset

Posted on December 27, 2012 by sheila

It’s cold here in Memphis, about as cold as it is back on the East Coast. We had some brutal weather yesterday, snow, and then freezing rain and wind, and I was afraid my flight this morning might be delayed … Continue reading →

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Ten Days Until

Posted on December 17, 2012 by sheila

by Henri Cartier-Bresson

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Snapshots

Posted on December 9, 2012 by sheila

— Reading a book on the fall of Yugoslavia. Can’t get enough of the Balkans. When times get tough, I usually start reading books about war. Maybe it satisfies my need for carnage and revenge. Who knows. I recently saw … Continue reading →

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Beale Street’s Done Gone Dry

Posted on November 27, 2012 by sheila

It’s my birthday, and November is set in a minor key anyway. Memphis beckons again (I’ll be there in a month), so thought I’d share an excerpt from a wonderful book I’m reading, by Stanley Booth: Rythm Oil: A Journey … Continue reading →

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Clothes and Objects: “You Can Drink My Liquor From an Old Fruit Jar … But Lay Off Of Them Shoes!”

Posted on January 21, 2012 by sheila

Following the tour of Graceland, and the planes and cars, I was still only halfway done with my tour. Over on the ticket pavilion side of the street is basically a little Elvis village. There are gift shops, and a … Continue reading →

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Planes and Automobiles: “You May Have a Pink Cadillac But Don’t You Be Nobody’s Fool”

Posted on January 20, 2012 by sheila

The cumulative effect of the entire day at Graceland was awe-inspiring. You see the house. You see where he lived. You see the gold records and you see the racquet-ball court which puts the “normalcy” you just saw in the … Continue reading →

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“I Got a Home On the Other Side” – Swing Low, Sweet Chariot. The Graceland Mansion Tour.

Posted on January 19, 2012 by sheila

I had been warned. “Wait until you see the gold record hallway.” “Wait until you see the planes.” These photos below will not be news to anyone who has been there, and they may be tiresome if you have no … Continue reading →

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