August 18th, 2000
Meridian Mississippi is rockin' on a Thursday night!
Well no, actually it pretty much sucks out here at a cheap ass motel on the
edge of town but you let me live out my pitiful little fantasy life and I'll
let you keep e-mailing me about all the strange paranormal things that
Speaking of e-mail, I got a good one from some one who has signed me up to
their goat farming mailing list. It's a dream come true I tell ya . . . . .
The high point of the last coupla days has been the stop over this morning
at Graceland in Memphis. (Insert raised upper lip here) Nothing like
seeing how the King of rock and roll lived to really put you in the mood for
a peanut butter and banana sandwich. (Extra mayo please)
Actually it was pretty surreal being in Graceland with all the hard-core
Elvis fans. They don't have a real person give you the tour but instead
make you wear these headphones and listen to a cassette tape as you wander
thru the few rooms they allow you into. Basically this means that you have
all these people walking around bumping into things and yelling to each
other over the sound coming out of the earphones. Jason and I could only
take about 40 seconds of the madness before we started laughing manically
and had to leave. We calmed down a bit when we went into the museum part of
the tour and stared at all the guns Elvis owned. I never knew Elvis was
such a dangerous kinda guy.
So after leaving the holy Mecca of Presley we just drove all day once again.
We're just outside the Alabama state line and should be home in the next
I can't wait to sleep in my own bed again . . . . . .
Derek "dreaming of my pillow" Barnes