Stan and I are going to Memphis this weekend. I’m so excited. I’ve never been east of the Mississippi. (Well, except for that trip to Baton Rough a few years ago, but that doesn’t really count.) I feel like I’ve betrayed my Southern roots. True, Arkansas and Texas were part of the Confederacy during the Civil war, so my southerness is valid. Still, I feel that because I’ve never crossed over the Mighty Mississippi, that somehow it makes me less Southern. I intend to remedy that on Friday. And since I’ll be with my “let’s explore that back-road” husband, instead of my “get there as fast as we can” friend, I’ll be able to stop along the river at some point and take pictures to prove that I was there!
By the way, does anybody know the Tennessee state song? I need something to sing when I cross the state line. (In case you’re wondering . . . yes, I did sing all of “Oklahoma!” when we went to Tulsa a couple of weeks ago.)