I didn't just visit Graceland when I went to Memphis. We also spent an evening on
Beale Street, a section of Memphis that's rich with African American history. We ate dinner with some of The Wife's relatives at this funky little blues place. I won't give you the name of the place, because it wasn't very good and they weren't going to play any music until several hours after we had left.
Here's another look at that guy in the red zoot suit. I wanted to talk with him about what he was wearing, but I wasn't sure how I would come across.
We did a lot of window shopping. Many of the stores had unusual names and signs.
No, we didn't go into Tater Red's. A little too creepy for the kiddies.
Here's another look at that guy in the red zoot suit. I wanted to talk with him about what he was wearing, but I wasn't sure how I would come across. 
We did a lot of window shopping. Many of the stores had unusual names and signs. 
No, we didn't go into Tater Red's. A little too creepy for the kiddies.
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