This part of the trip is all about music, meeting new people, eating some great food, and considering the possibility that adversity is really discovery.
I left at 4AM since the trip to Memphis would take 14 hours. I watched the sun rise as I crossed into Texas at 8AM.
It’s impossible not to notice the shift in attitude as one goes east from New Mexico into the South. Masks were just not in style.
Memphis: Local Beers
I arrived in Memphis after dark and had a local beer named for one Buddha’s best-known disciples. I began collecting local beers, but forgot Ananda.
Jarad and the Swim Meet
Toured Jarad Bingham’s innovative project serving homeless in Memphis, watched his son compete in a swim meet, and dropped another son at the climbing gym.
Jarad and I had lunch at Crumpy’s, highly recommended by Young Dolph. We shared our roots in evangelical Christianity and our arrival in housing work.
Later, after a beer, Jarad dropped me off at the Rendezvous for dinner, also recommended by Young Dolph. It was as good as it looks.
On Beale Street, I listened to these guys. The young guy is Palestinian and he told me he’s probably the world’s only Palestinian blues guitarist.
The Lorraine Motel
I can’t think of a historical marker like the Lorraine Motel. The façade has a dreamlike quality; it felt like I’d traveled back in time.
Heading into Nashville, I stopped at George Jones’ grave. Do I love his songs because I lived them, or live them because I love them?
Broadway as active as the first time I visited in 2019. Music was everywhere, and even at lunchtime on a weekday the talent was startling.
I did my best to rile up real estate investors from around the country at the Wolf Lodge outside Cincinnati. I’m not sure I succeeded.
Putting the “natty” in Cincinnatty
Two investors, Laura Guy from Indianapolis who is battling eviction bans and Adam Terpstra a wiz with eviction data, appreciated my memory for country lyrics.
Saint Louis: Sugarfire
Pappy’s was my objective, but time was limited. I headed toward Sugarfire and wasn’t disappointed. Saint Louis is noted for sweet sauce, and it was.
Ashley McBryde is a hero. I had no idea she was part of this show when I walked in. And there she was like Beatrice.
Lewis and Clark departed from Saint Louis, crossed the Mississippi, then followed the Missouri. The ending of one thing is always the beginning of another.