Robin wanted to see Graceland, she loves to hear Elvis still sing the ballads. I do understand that part of it, his voice can still be inspirational. But my seeing his home was a chance to make a deal. I promised to accompany her to Graceland if she would be my guest later on that evening on Beale Street. So off across the Mississippi twice this day to see the home of Elvis and then back again because I couldn’t be this close to Memphis and not enjoy some original barbecue accompanied by the ‘Blues’. We cruised back again across the ‘big muddy,’ headed for the downtown section. If you’ve not been to Memphis, Beale Street is reminiscent of a scaled-down Bourbon Street in N’awlins. However, it has a far more personal relationship. The street is closed to only pedestrian traffic after five. The air is permeated with sounds of the legends. You hear B.B. King, and Otis Redding, Muddy Waters and Al Jarrieu with every step you take. I was on the hunt for that famous Memphis barbecue. Since the wait at King’s was far too long, we ended that search at Rum Boogies Café. The gumbo was spicey but the ribs just fell off the bone and were sweet to the palate. Meanwhile, the Blues were being pinged in the background as Johnny ran the gamut through the ‘70’s. Soon the wine found us bobbing in our chairs, moving in sync to the table tapping. Saunter through the streets, absorb the sound, ah!, the ambiance is scintillating. We peeked into the works of the Gibson guitar factory. Closed for the evening. This is definitely a destination for another trip. Take in the eye candy. Memorize it all for a later date. Relish that you’re here. Time to go. Age has a way of urging you home. Back to the bunker. The NCAA Finals. Settle in and remember the day. It’s good to be alive. Good night all. Enjoy the slideshow below of Beale Street.