Sunday, November 16th, 2008
Been through Memphis airport many times, usually en route to Florida. The first thing to know is that there are only three places to smoke. Airside, it at the tables outside the bar on the left before you exit. In the foyer there is the ubiquitous Irish Bar; it is a paradox that you can smoke in any Irish bar in this world (and there is one in every city) except those in Ireland. And then finally you can smoke outside but not in the first lane at the exit, only the second and beyond.
Only stayed there once and that was when I missed my flight back to Europe. Northwest put me up in a reasonable hotel. I asked the lass on reception if they could suggest a lively place to eat and they took me off somewhere. It was fantastic although I have no idea of where it is. I was the only white guy in the place and everyone was having a great time. Really, really good live music, R & B and soul. I ended up at a table with some lovely young ladies who kept asking me to say things so they could hear the English accent. No matter they were gorgeous.
I rose about noon and pottered down to reception. There I found that I was but 3 miles from Graceland. Shame, I'd liked to have gone but no big deal. With my air miles, I could go to Graceland tomorrow but I don't ever think I could repeat that night.
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